a stalwart shield
I can feel your arm against me
blades of grass nestled between them
the two of watching the shifting clouds
facing the gates of heaven
as we define each effervescent image
I hear your voice blend into itself
like ink bleeding into paper
benevolent feelings of joy tide over me
How is it I am capable of bliss
after my journey was paved with hate
lined with pain
and lit with a single ember of empty loneliness
but in this moment
carried away like the the smell of lilies
riding the wind to wherever they belong belong
I for the first time question this reality
how are my pieces not sown into the dirt
debris from fading hope, broken faith, and absent dreams
emptiness
rage
shame
doubt
fear
and hopelessness
everything pixilated like broken glass after impact
can one's light really rise after that festering hell
when I stand before the mirror I don't see my reflection
I see all the scars that adorn my skin
and all the scars that have nested inside
I feel defined by the unwanted moments I desperately try to forget
but thrash about inside my head to resist
I choose the blocks that build me
as it was told to me I shall follow
as my life stagnates in this encumbering darkness
I find my own light, even if I'm the only one who sees it
once it shone with revenant brilliance
but time is a cruel foe
now so dim even it seems to have lost hope
however I cannot let this redundant torment continue
so with this light I choose to grow
and when my time has come I shall bloom
evil may dwell in the dark
but every darkness can be pieced by light
when you let your heart take over
the most beautiful things in life will grow in the darkness
and when I bloom, it will be my silent victory
for the moment I rise champion I shall blanket you with my heart
it will consume you
and from that day and for all of your days I shall be your respite
a stalwart rampart to shield you from pain
the reason all this has come to be
is Love, the unseen muse of the most beautifully broken
and the gracefully torn
blades of grass nestled between them
the two of watching the shifting clouds
facing the gates of heaven
as we define each effervescent image
I hear your voice blend into itself
like ink bleeding into paper
benevolent feelings of joy tide over me
How is it I am capable of bliss
after my journey was paved with hate
lined with pain
and lit with a single ember of empty loneliness
but in this moment
carried away like the the smell of lilies
riding the wind to wherever they belong belong
I for the first time question this reality
how are my pieces not sown into the dirt
debris from fading hope, broken faith, and absent dreams
emptiness
rage
shame
doubt
fear
and hopelessness
everything pixilated like broken glass after impact
can one's light really rise after that festering hell
when I stand before the mirror I don't see my reflection
I see all the scars that adorn my skin
and all the scars that have nested inside
I feel defined by the unwanted moments I desperately try to forget
but thrash about inside my head to resist
I choose the blocks that build me
as it was told to me I shall follow
as my life stagnates in this encumbering darkness
I find my own light, even if I'm the only one who sees it
once it shone with revenant brilliance
but time is a cruel foe
now so dim even it seems to have lost hope
however I cannot let this redundant torment continue
so with this light I choose to grow
and when my time has come I shall bloom
evil may dwell in the dark
but every darkness can be pieced by light
when you let your heart take over
the most beautiful things in life will grow in the darkness
and when I bloom, it will be my silent victory
for the moment I rise champion I shall blanket you with my heart
it will consume you
and from that day and for all of your days I shall be your respite
a stalwart rampart to shield you from pain
the reason all this has come to be
is Love, the unseen muse of the most beautifully broken
and the gracefully torn