I seem to be finding many who are suffering from abuse of one kind or another these days. I wrote this after speaking with one friend today.

The soul bruises also
Deep within
Where sunset purples and yellows are never seen
But arise
In broken speech,
Tears,
Fearful hiding,
Shallow hardness,
And a darkened silence.
Hope does not spring up well on crutches.
Trust is a poor and fragile thing
When glued back together with blind eyes
Like a shattered lamp of clay.
Love cannot dance to the limping rhythms
Of a cowering heart.
Take care with your words, take care.
Make care by your actions, make care.
You are not free to bruise
Someone's soul.