The Hand That Gave Me Poetry

I colored my reality with fallacies and stained my skies with lies The darker shades of pain resembled a subtle but comforting sound of dirt landing on this coffin as I tried to burry myself As I tried to hide what I had become Every brick of lies that you told that I believed reinforced the walls of insecurities around me It was hard to breath The warm colors hope faded into distant memories of summer rains Engraving my name into the empty space half way between here and infinity You reached into the abyss and shone a light into my darkness And from within me silver and gold were reflected back So with this ink and paper I can rewrite the pages of my history So with this ink and paper I can reroute the path to my destiny Walk me along those lines Along the lines of a beautifully written poem One whose similes resound with divinity that the moon and the sun are made of the same substance One whose rhythm makes mind, body and soul move to this heart beat One whose imagery is only matched by the supremacy of my minds eye One whose depth was so deep that not even you could get it One whose influence rides alongside the wings of intoxication, seeps into the crevices of the mind and changes you Walk me along these lines Inspiring hand that gave me poetry, touch me again.