to:a soul to grow
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
drunk ,delicate ,dehumanizing :
denunciation of her seed:
In the middle of the fvcking street :
You were standing right next to me.
Your optical shining as mine did .
Soaked Inside Eyes:
At the time I could read your third like it was mine.
like I understand what is :
living between poverty
and living on the streets .
I swallow as I speak:
that I may tell of growth in grief
that pain is the locksmith of understanding
that money is only here then it goes .I know:
you wish she would drink less ,supply more
scream less and show her core
(no excuse)but we humans-
(to abuse ,brutally misuse)we flawed .
I pray for your spiritual channels ,and your ascension ,
and that this pain doesn’t render-
another youth as a regret-filled-glass-pipe bender
from: a soul less grown