At a Crossroads – a poem by Angela Van Son


At the crossroads

I want to feel you, he said
and she asked him
do you want to feel
my pain, my hurt, my memories?

Let me heal you, he said
and she wondered
do you want to heal
my body, my soul, my past?

Can I kneel for you, he asked
kneel for who you are
kneel for who you shall be
kneel for what’s to come?

Will you let me rise, she demanded
rise beneath the shadows
rise to the occasion
rise underneath your fears?

He fell silent
and wondered
if she asked him
to sell his soul