River of Tears

A Vulcan's volcanic rage erupts from deep within – No matter where or when it roars and it spits. A shattered mirror reflecting my every flawful flaw – Bleeding shards of grotesque glass... that slice through my skin. The past sears me like a branding iron, Desert land thirsts for rain and green. Iceberg hides more than meets the eye – Hidden book waits for someone to read. Broken tune repeats the same old song – Raging storm spiraling, out of control. Toxic waste courses through my veins and mind – Clipped wing trapping me, a hawk confined. Nightmares haunt, shadows lurking in the night – Onion tears peel off layer by layer. Pearl of light sought in the depths, a dark sea – The waking warrior is fighting battles, yearning and crying for freedom. But rage can be cool just like lava finding repose Creating a new land of hope and peace... And the flaws can be mended like.... a stained glass window that is Radiating rainbows of beauty and grace. And scars, they can be healed like a healed broken wing rising up. Burning with a fueling fire of passion and strength. And life can begin to grow again... like a cactus in bloom. Surviving with a spirit of resilience and faith. And songs can be changed ...like a soft guitar tune. Playing a soothing melody with... harmony and love. And calm can be found like... a lake of tranquility that is Reflecting with a mirror of clarity and truth. And dreams can be hopeful just.. like a starry night sky this is Sparkling with a light of wonder and joy. And smiles can be joyful like... a child’s laughter that is.. Bursting with a sound of happiness and fun. And love can shine brightly like a diamond in the rough. Reflecting with a value of worth, respect, and dignity. And grace can live fully grow... like a lotus in the mud. Flourishing with a beauty / of purity and serenity. This is how I cope with trauma, but it’s not my whole story. This is how I seek for healing, but it’s not my only goal. This is how I write my survival, but it’s not my final chapter. This is me, in all my river of tears, but I’m more than words. Can you see me? Can you hear me? Can you feel me? Do you know me? Do you love me? Do you accept me? Are you with me? Are you for me? Are you beside me? This is me, asking for help, but I’m not weak. This is me, breaking free from the chains of the past. This is me, finding peace in the present at last. This is me, creating beauty from the ashes of pain. This is me, living fully toward sanity, a passion, arcane.