Friday, October 8, 2010

New Dawn

She's still.
Eerilly still.
She breathes sometimes, but mostly she waits.
Slowly dying I see.
Tense....
Tense....
Tense.....
Sharp toothed parasites knawing through the tender innocent linings of her gut, monsters inside her surely.
isopropyl alcohol.
poured on her flesh.
anything to make it stop.
she screams.
raw
unadultered
pain.
not even the luxury of a cotton swab.
poor thing, she still is yet to know.

lifeless meat.
she cries.
she cries inside, she cries outside.
once so strong and omnivescent.

now-

defeated.
deflated.
STOP CHILD.
STOP  CHILD AND SEE.

Temporary.
only temporary this sting my love.
Their will come happiness. I promise you this.
The line of your life is long.

Remember young one there is no winning or losing in this life.
There is only attempt.
Bless her heart.

life is here merely to teach sweet one.
as long as knowledge is being gained.
there is growth.
grow my child.
GROW.
For there will come a time when you can no longer.
Your roots won't always be so thick.
grow into all you are yet to be.
A flower taller and brighter then most.
For you know this deep inside.
For no one shines like you, even with the dirt on your face.
Oh sweet one, the things you will learn.

It ails me to see your pain.
but the beauty from the roughage my love, thats when you'll see.
glory from the rain sweet child.
glory from your rain.
may it soak you through and through.
down to your very bones, and follicles in your marrow.
your very chromosomes my child.
let it soak you.
clean you.
may it be hard and impossible.
take you almost until your very death.
For THAT is the environment in which you thrive, my child.
you used to know this child and be proud.
but you've since forgotten your soul's origination.
oh child, such a mistake.
so I politely remind you now.
this dawn.
you did not come from silver my sweet one.
The mud is where you dwell.
Dont be fooled by your shiney things, they are not real.
All in good faith my dear all in good faith.
you know this of me.
so cry, cry, cry your tears.
Feel, feel, feel your pain.
For there is nothing more beautiful then seeing through the rain.

2 comments:

  1. That is beautiful.

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  2. So...I enjoy the fact that you are using one of my pseudonyms as a word, and using it correctly...have to say thank you to a fellow poet (nice work by the way)

    Omnivescent@yahoo.com (had the email since 1998)

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