Cosmic Fool
a poem
to be together again someday what kind of joke? what lies form this thought? what cruel visions of hurt? she'd held it so tightly breaking her heart everyday that very same song feeling into all was there unknowing the damage the etchings made upon her soul a ritual of hurt to bleed herself into hoping to face barest truth turning bravely to see clarity sought — punishment found nothing would change branding herself in sorrow writing stories in her mind penned by flowings of fate’s darkest ink ever succumbing to her will's weakest points heart a shining stone that fell beaming, reaching rising again despite her gravest mistakes those most brutal failures lines of sanity crossed damages untold madness spoken in such unforgivable ways fear's abyss would not consumer her brought back anew a broken glory to be once more alone unwanted finding spirit beside her confused throughout fighting deceptions of who and how grounded in feelings known trusting her surrender, the greatest healing still she listens to that song now a call of freedom, hope, blindness her whole self — better and worse wrapped in remembrance that gratitude not felt before or since simple moments of presence to search out again nothing more precious held close inside forever cursed; forever blessed what's the difference?
