Monday May 28th, 2012
Where I sit


There is a place
where pain no longer rots the bones
where beauty has a place in the ashes
where venom is sucked out of wounds.

There is a place
where healing rests on your skin like rain drops
and happiness comes with the kiss of the sun
and memories turn sweet like the waft of a rose.

This place is poetry
where what is wrong in the world
becomes the pill we must swallow
the sacrifice that must be taken
in order to make things right.

As I write
words swallow what burns in me.

As I write
words accept whats broken in me

As I write
strength tears the weakness from me.

There is a place
its where I sit
where loss and love and wholeness mix.