Through a tousle of cloud and eggshell blue I heard Time
laugh unkind, my life a series of wispy scenes was maimed
by others' cruel jest, my hurt humidified by their crime,
they tried to clog my silence with sound, my spirit untamed.
Through my tender years I encased my heart in a crystal lair
where dreams were tossed with technicolor thoughts, but the bones
of my feelings were too shallow under the Stars-the pain was there
too, pulsing to be seen, blood I spied as I searched for home.
Within my crystal heart many shoreline scars I still wear,
a tattoo of hurt I carry inside where none can see but the breeze
that blows pulverized daydreams from my season of being scared,
but no more will I be the lost abstraction for others to tease.
Sometimes anger leaves me half-baked, my tears freshly bled
as I swell and seethe, searching for someone to hear my plea,
to unfurl the rhymes from my seams into a poem, a tangible tread
my spirit must reach, at last this crystal heart is free.
Staring into the horizon my eyes uncover the lies I had heard
a thousand score in my life, soiling my tender years with hurt
I saw how they smudged my splendor with malacious mirth,
when I learn to let go then my pain will seep into the Earth.
Laying low the cruelties pitched against my rare bliss
I vowed to remain as sensitive as I am, discarding scorn
to the past and its demons that taunt from fiery abyss,
at last my crystal heart licks clean her bloodied thorn.
January 29, 2012
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