Death truth and butterfly's

Insides want to burst 

in all directions 

but still I smile and 

hold myself with unfamiliar dignity 

Taking the silver sword from my heart 

I bleed back to front 

causation causing victory 

form over the hills 

I can now see

getting a grip 

I burn willfully 

and sail through 

the winds of non resistance 

with the bleeding crown that still rests on my fore head 

you don't own me 

now set me free 

 only the pin prick of 

crystal clear truth

Vibrating in my cells and 

breaking the silence 

of my own

shame  

will ever set me free

I surrendered myself to the  poison 

as if I had a choice 

took over me like a sickness would 

 

Hear my voice 

Give me freedom 

give me choice 

butterflies boldly binding me up

and delivering me to  Resurrection

as I rest on a wing of hope  

and a breath of forgiveness 

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Freedom, release, being yourself once more. Beautiful words on such a personal subject.

[Mockingbird]

this was well-written. full of imagery and symbolism. i think the hardest but most important thing of all is for us to forgive ourselves. great piece.

[Mark D]

Amazing. Really interesting and enjoyable read. Thank you for sharing it