A Wednesday of sunshine
The phone rang.

I picked up the phone
A hissing voice
Crept into my ear,
Roaring in the brain.
I switched hands.
The words materialized
Into human sized wraiths
Holding a staff,
drilled and twisted it
in my wound,
Hit the bones,
Searching for the gold of my heart

Bacteria came into the flesh
I could not breathe
All I could see was darkness
I was broken
Tossed on the ground
Blood and tears flowing like a river
Drowning the wraiths and bacteria

I dropped the phone
I rose up
I stopped bleeding
Started to breathe
I stomped on the floor
Punched a fist in a pillow,
raised my voice

“Go away.
Take your bacteria
They are not mine”

I felt my breast
The gold was still there

“You can’t steal my gold
you can’t destroy my value
I will heal
I will go to the Truth.”

[God, thou] hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.

I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made: marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.

My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret, and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.

Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect; and in thy book all my members were written, which in continuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

Psalms 139:13-18


No one can steal the treasure in your heart