Hurtbutterfly

Fly in your own amazing Grace


My soul feels free, when I put my fingers in paint.
I love to be in the depths of my artistic mind.
Tattoos too relieve the hurt, drawing sketch too release anxiety. But paint. Layers and layers. I stand back and I smile. I spin, with a silent happiness, I find myself in my own bliss...


Skin bleeding tears of joy
as words and silent unmoving images
replace the scars
left by unfeeling touch and razor blade tongues
with spiteful reverence
proffer up thy flesh and smile once more
my hand offered my shoulder given
rest now and pen once more...
ANEW


Heart beating with flow of new horizons
Seeping in with each breath
I awake to joy unspeakable
Only with smiles and laughter
Pain fading away as once was consuming
Dying inside one thousand times
Leaping up to the heavens I wish to never fall
Caught by realities of earthly worries
The difference in this moment is I can get up again, again and AGAIN


As winter sets in,I remember the now icy streams
of wich we used to walk alongside every spring
Though I know I will not find you there
I know I shall look,....



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