Friday, March 8, 2019

Cut, Peel, and Heal




I don’t need your permission to be sad.
Some days it has to be.

In pain we bring forth life.
In agony,
We feel.


Alone thee,
I will wait for ye.

But solemnly be sealed.

Without the comfort,
Of a warm soul.
The sorrow will devour whole.


So I will wait patiently for one.

Who sees and understands me.

That this must be.
Though not my doing.

That forced into a corner,
Room in.

Due to the world that does surround us.
Forcing us to be.

Making us into something else.

When I just can’t be me.

I’ll wait in the sorrow.
In the darkness of my embittered soul.

tHis towering figure of a man.
Black as night.
And entrenched within.


Like a vampire with no reflection.

His arms surround you within the gloom.

And amid the blackness,
I’ll seize this warmth.
Amid the bright full moon.




And swoon within a mystery.
A beautiful darkness,
Beneath.

 

































Feel,
And heal.
And return in strength.


To fight those who would steal.
Our joy.

~   3/8/19























~ CLynn




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