Inside is healing
The burning feelings
The pieces part
Now I’ve found art
To pick inside
The pieces I hide
A mental torture
A burning scorcher
Eyes are heavy
I’m unsteady
Nostrils flaring
While you’re staring
I’m not broken
Thoughts unspoken
Let me grasp
At my final gasp
Before I know
The tenderness of coming home
Of throwing stones
Of letting go
Of that tiny glow
That little light
May it shine bright
To light the way
Not the path astray
May I find you
And all things true
May I find love
Let it be enough

© wondrouslythinking