Prayer

In the quiet you come close
to me,
and I shiver, trembling
like a frail bird broken
and afraid.
The raw wounded
nerve of the world
wary and apprehensive of touch,
even the tenderest,
that also
is pain.
For there is so much wrong within me,
tangled and in sharp pieces,
and so much
I cannot see
that cuts me in dark places.
It is all weakness, fever,
and hurt.
And I am unable
to untie the knots.
Please save
my tearful
bleeding heart.