I write to clench The Beauty

in the dreams.                                   

where my foolish mind

falls in love

with the shunned light.

and when cradled

The Beauty sucks!

the breath from my body,

the desire from my eyes,

the soul from my being.

In that quick moment

the others are brought

the joy I weep for.

I write to release the years of anguish

building within my chest –

to brush away the stacks of coal

lying on my heart –

to rise above, to crawl past, to stand for

the one.

day I am gifted a small smile

just for my heart’s content.