I have held many stories of pain and abuse over the years. In each one, I am struck by the deep, complicated love that is woven into the relationship between the abused and the abuser.
Written in 2008
Lyrics
All of these treacherous beats of my heart
Filling those caverns that long to forget
I cradle your trembling words
So wild within my chest
All of these secrets take refuge in my heart
Shadows seeping through my futile walls
Still living is this tangled shame
Still healing oh my heart is not a weapon
It's not
No, it's not a weapon
Left in those tide pools displaced by time
Orphans of longing, the ghosts of the mind
Tears transmute this harried pain
Like blood within your wine
All of these secrets are tearing you apart
Murmurs slipping from your harrowed heart
Still needing absolution
Still crying oh your heart is not a weapon
It's not
No, it's not a weapon
Rise on these smoke-filled wings this phoenix you hide
Freed from its bony cage, the heart on its pyre
Fly far from these ashy veins
The bitter past to die
All of these secrets, the refugees of time
Heartquakes searching for a reason why
Still longing to protect you
Still loving oh, the heart is not a weapon
It's not
No, it's not a weapon
