From a dark basement floor
As my tears bleed out through this pen
Of the whips and slashes of spiritual tourment
The scratches on my beating heart
of a love
that was ripped right from me
There is no perfect way to do this....only that I am.
I screamed out to my God from this empty basment floor
I poured out the muky darkness in that dark basement.
As the thunder crashed and the rain poured
as I released fire through my eyes, neck, and breath..
The heat burned through my palms to awaken me
And from the midst of pain and sorrow
I grew from the darkness into the light
And as I rise from the ashes I say
Beacause the light, is now entering
Through the wounds....my god kissed my sickness
touched my empty heart and breathed life back through me
In that last breath,
When there was nothing left...
I was touched with a sound of love.
I drank in compassion
a a piece of presence,
and a presence of peace.