I am used to you, I know all the weak spots

All those holes in the walls

Of our marital bliss

You and me are thick

With life &  time & blood

We have drowned in our suffering

One too many times to ever be strangers

We lost our lives, lost our ways 

Too many times to not know home

For as long as it was one

We stood beside each other

Just to stand alone 

 If I could make a religion out of my sorrows

It would be to venerate that which doesn't kill us making us stronger 

Tthen we would be strong like the tides

Slapping the beach in a storm

Moving forward like an avalanche as it slips down a mountain

And if pain could be a fire, all thats left would be the ashes 

 A forest fire burned quick like a wind through the trees

We kept finding kindling just to watch the flames

I don't mind now that the dirty laundry was more than 

A 100 lines across our yard could hold

Because all of this was our  bed

We made blood red wine &  wild thorns

We tasted hatred straight from the vine

We made life and we made death

We made it through the days locked in a  paradox of suffering

Where only we were crazy enough to stay

© C.Nichols