Do not suspend your sadness on
The comfort of a shoulder strong.
It breaks the scaffolding of pain
Before you learn to build through it.
Do not invite your trusted friends,
Except to fence your solitude,
As you tack on the splintered planks
You salvage from your own debris.
Do not rebuild to hide yourself.
The brick and stone will be your loss.
You’re full of seeds of suffering.
You ripen only on your cross.