Gut wrenches
Pain wants to be exteriorised
Be scraped off cells
And space between the cells.

In his presence within

Rests His reflection,

I observe 

As I ache to dissect

Chisel out all that's not 

My or mine as entity.

I reach to knife -
And hear the heart cringe
Stop!

To harm life

Was not for what 

You're born.

You've signed the vow

To let live 

Give, not take life.

The sentiment to serve 

In love is all you've 
To call your own.

This is your sole reason identity -

Rest all is perceived illusion

Of reality.