The Tables Have Turned, My Child

A heavy heart and broken smile is all I have to offer

My weary eyes and sensitive ears hide from the truth

The sweet taste of fear, the putrid scent of peace

The soft touch of hostility, the scandalous sound of grace

My body fails, my head hangs, my tears fall

But this feels much better than stinging words of affirmation

Than piercing mercy

Than murderous love that asphyxiates my cold, bruised, torn heart with no sense of satisfaction

A heavy heart and broken smile is all I have to offer

My weary eyes and sensitive ears hide from the truth

But you embrace me and tell me that I have nothing to fear because you will bring me peace of mind

You refuse my hostility and instead return my tormenting, slanderous words with this foreign concept of grace

You help me up, you lift my chin, you wipe my tears

And I begin to understand why people ask for the stinging words of affirmation

The piercing mercy

The genuine love that revives my cold, bruised, torn heart with no sense of satisfaction

For you are not satisfied in me, but I in you

So I pick up my pen and I put it to the pad

And I tell the story