Thursday, April 11, 2013

Scar Tissue

The dark of the moon
Left me an emotional wreck
Tonight I sit under the new moon
Bleeding for all I have lost
Cleansing and purifying
Manifesting what my soul needs
Surrounded by blooming azaleas
And electrifying winds
Welcoming
The approaching storm
I want to feel the cool rain
I want to feel anything
Other than this ache
This has to be my year
To figure it out
Grow stronger
Leave less scars
On me
And
The ones I love
I will travel to the desert
Sit under a full moon
With Dali
Embracing all the wonders
I will fill my pockets with them
Like loose change
Sharing with those in need
I will cradle them in my heart
In hopes that they will fill these holes
Making me whole again.
~Amber C. Smith 2013




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