From the Hatbox
©ESR 2001

What are you searching for?

That which can heal your wounds?
Yet you cover them with masks.
When you wipe a wound but never clean it,
It’ll spread throughout until it rots your heart.

I see your eyes,
the longing and fear,
you said once – you are worth nothing,
A wise man also said
that another man’s trash
is another’s treasure.
Why are you afraid to open your heart to me?
When I offer you, my hand, you strike?