The last light dwindles

You dissect yourself with knife in hand
fashioned by words of harsh reprimand.
Clever idioms crash like boulders
on top of your weary, heavy shoulders.

Deep sadness is the only way through
this hell on earth gnashing at you.
At that moment the last light dwindles
you see an angel offering her symbols.

She opens your hand to place a compass
her smile warms your heart from this
frozen lake of stoic feeling, never trusting your own damn healing.

The compass spins inside your palm
urging you to embrace this calm.
Put down the knife and leave this hell
knowing now is the time to rest well.