illusions rupture

the heavy blanket you hide beneath
warms your pain with illusion of truth 
yet love lies so close to bequeath
can you not welcome this forsooth
as you suffer silently in darkness
embedded between the layers
your mind asleep creates blindness
fear not love answers your prayers
and seeks the heart to palpate
the blanket lifts, the wound is raw
the threads of illusions rupture
godself heals the fear that if foresaw
you bleed a well of tears to capture
the pain you dissolve to rebirth
your soul with a flow of joy
you now walk to bestow the earth
with love to awaken and enjoy
tanya gwizdalla july 10th 2011