The Cost of Intimacy

The Cost of Intimacy

There has been a cost

A deep cutting

In response to surrender

My heart has been hit

Pummelled and bruised

Left bleeding

Wincing with pain

Yet this is the cut of the pruning knife

Cutting clean

Cutting deep

Removing dead wood

I watch you cut away

People from my life

Props I use for support

Faculties of mind and body

Capabilities of my own

And I am left bedraggled

Weakened

Humbled

Acutely aware

Pride needed to be expunged

As I lean in

Dependent on you

You alone

I come to that place

That intimate place

With you

And it is all worth it

All of it

And finally I understand

The cut of the pruning knife