Poet

They dripped words on the page. Like liquid rubies, shimmering. A heart opened and laid bare.

Exposed in shades of blue and black. Explicit. Opened.

Ashes scattered from a million sack cloths, shook loose in endless funeral processions.

The velvet glove of rose petals, fields of possibility, torn by the glint of new steal.

I found them all, full of hope and loss and an ever reaching hand. Reaching back to the days that ended to quickly, and medications that fail too soon.

The sunlight salve burns too deep.

My eyes fill with ancient oceans and spill…waves of black shadows erasing the mask. Crushing the hope of fooling by appearance.

You must lay bare your words in painful jumbles and jagged scrawl. Lyrics tearing open your ideas, and your lies, and all your regrets. They all must lay naked, exposed so they can be seen and be heard. You do not exist without them.

Expose your soul in all its darkness and revel in its light! Walk the path of sharpened stones and hidden thorns. Do not regret it. Burn and bleed and ache and scream! Exist!

For it is only through pain that the truth is called home.