punch drunk

I feel like I was punched in the face a few days ago
gentle, fragile spirit a little bloodied.
But it is just Chiron, the wounded healer.
And all the Libra.
I can see the beauty in the pain,
and love him all the same.
No thing has changed in that regard.
But from this fresh wound new life will rise,
like the pheonix,
and the world will be rewarded justly.
If only I get the note across in time.
It's such a painful tear,
through my heart.
I have already shed so many tears,
that I am dry and resilient.
Just the memory, the fresh taste still in my mouth
of the words I carefully spoke.
To insight the poke
that gave the sting.
It is still ringing in my ears,
the empty sounds.
But I have to fill them with beautiful song,
that holds me strong still, all night long.
That tune inside of me, that says from this too
we shall recover. We shall find our hearts
are always linked.
And no thing can change that bond.
Because we are already one and the same.
And there in lies the beauty
without shame
I gave my authentic self
and withheld nothing