A balancing act:
keeping the yapping cries of the past quiet
and the moods of the present deadened 

Gaping-wound-like
seems your future to me,
your only weapons:
an infinite kindness
and a singular tenacity

Horizons battened down,
you go blindlings,
faith is your guess

I conjure the whims of chaos
to keep you safe,
and may life be more lenient to you,
than you are to yourself

You mete out punishment
to yourself, pitilessly
and take on cruel people
for the expiation of imagined crimes 

Compassion for everyone
but for you
how proud you are to imagine
others need it more than you

Incredibly lovely, blinding smile
deep, deep eyes;
sadness and love
there reflected. 
You make me want to cry