When ignoring unresolved hatred and
Rage, I’ve given up completely on Love.
Letting Pandora’s box remain closed means
I shall do the same to my heart.
Running as fast as I can into the
Rose garden
I fail to notice the
Septic field
Inbetween.
I trip.
This is
Not
How roses should smell!
“Focus on light!
Let the love into your heart!”
I beg of you;
Shut the fuck up.
Those who know nothing of thier shadows cannot
Hope to comprehend the depth and
Agony of Love.
Those shadows serve us,
A hole where once existed a whole.
In their absence of light they teach
Me
Where I have thus far failed to perceive
And allow
My souls healing.
Only so much luminosity can pass
Through a window made opaque
By its transit through worldly abuses.
I can sit on a mountain and say,
“This is where I’m from!”
And if by “I”, I mean my soul,
I am correct.
But I am more than just
My soul,
Therefore I am
A liar.
Putting a panel of stained glass in a
Mountaintop cathedral
Won’t help its condition if it was
Dragged through the dunes to
Get there.
Take it instead to a deep,
Dark place,
With an impossibly hot fire,
So I want to feint,
And burn away all which has made it
Impure.
