The Cry by Lady Dalia

you cry out.
I see you in My mind's eye,
Sob after sob, warring within.

Holding on.
Holding back.
Do you think I do not know?

Salt, tears and sweat,
Flow for Me.
More I demand.

"i want, i will give" you say,
The sweet promise
Around your neck.

And yet you struggle
with surrender.
me, identity, self.

So contained are you,
Withholding,
as if to keep from melting away.

But I wait for you,
Till my soul calls,
And you respond.

I reach in whispering,
"I want, I will give, I will take"
That sweet promise around your neck.

You cry out, again,
Louder.
The truth washes over you.

Mine.