See See ... I can do it too

Words elevated to a dazzling height
Silently answering perfections plight

Love strung together to make a sentence
Hate molded to become a pen

Time yields to patience
Rage bows to zen

Transcending a mind
A unique voyage just to find

That my pain is not my own
The dark is not for me to own

A star sits in a dark corner weeping
Its light flickering, its tears beckoning

Waiting to be rekindled, be reborn
Its essence weakened, its passion torn

Unable to help, my flame long since extinguished
But her whispering screams need to be relinquished

My history a possible remedy to her heart breaking agony
So I slowly open scars I closed indefinitely

I bleed memories and thoughts, hoping her tears will stop
Synchronized … as her tears and my blood drops

For every memory, a tear is traded, for every thought the corners of her mouth move up a inch
The darkness recedes as her light increases

Her tears slowly transform into pieces, pieces of poetry
Convincingly showing my blood a forgotten beauty

… I smile …

Sometimes the dark holds a star waiting to soar
People see it as scary, but the dark, yes the dark has so much more