There was once a man with a penniless soul,
Who was looking for women to make him whole.
So he wandered into my undiscovered land,
Where he dug a whole with his filthy hand.
And with my treasured heart he hold,
Made an evil plot
To burn it for its gold.
He led me on with his metal detector.
He knew how to attract my gems.
He thought I would make him rich,
If he stuck me in his pants.
He told me I was sexy when he first picked me up.
He loved how much I shined
Like ice in a plastic cup.
He was so focused on my surface,
Putting pressure on me to shine more.
It seemed his biggest dream in life
Was that I would sell myself short.
He didn't know my worth.
I flashed my words at him like lightning,
Hoping his soul would reignite.
But a fog of lust sitting in his eyes
Made them a mere blind sight.
One night at quarter of two,
I saw the tiniest of stars reflect a light so blue.
I touched each sparkle with lettered keys
And arranged it in a galaxy where my soul could bleed.
Each line made the sand in my eyes form a stream.
Each sentence shot a firework that made my heart scream:
"Yes... Yes....I see...I see
How beautiful my words can be..."
And yet all of this happened
When my lover was sound asleep.
While he dreamed of gold riches,
I found my diamond peak.
But he still didn't let me speak.
He found my words to be ridiculous.
He dirtied my shine by being promiscuous.
He made my thoughts inconspicuous.
He burned me..
Not with the fire of his anger beneath,
But with the ignorance that lied in between his teeth.
Then one day he dropped me by the bay
And my heart shattered into pieces.
I was so scared he would throw me away.
Fear is when love ceases.
So I let the ocean carry me astray
And drown me in resilience.
He didn't even try to convince me to stay.
He knew nothing of my brilliance.
My lost soul floated for miles.
I wasn't sure if I'd be fine
Until I hit an old fisherman's boat
And he caught me by the line.
He rinsed me dry of my hurt
And quilted it with inspiration.
He saw how my heart was treated
Like life's biggest inflation.
He reeled in my mind.
He hooked me with words.
He was so human,
Yet he knew the thoughts of the birds.
He breathed a poem on my pieces
And polished them back together.
He even saw a quiet rainbow
Within my stormy weather.
He knew just where I came from
Without looking at my tears.
He knew about penniless souls
And how they controlled my fears.
"How on Earth did you hear my soul?"
I asked as I cried.
"Poetry is a hero for the voices who have died."