Amateur writer. On the path of the phrase that says "practice makes perfect." Avid consumer of books that make me think, make me feel.
Is there such a thing as flames
Without the burning?
Is there such a thing as wounds
Without the bleeding?
Can the universe be so graceful to absolve me
From my daily suffering?
The answer will determine how fast I decay.
There can be no sunrise without a sun,
So I must endure its heat
So that others enjoy its warmth.
There can be no life without water,
So, periodically, I must drown myself
So that I could come back to life.
There can be no beauty for those
Whose hearts are blinded.
So, I must, and yet, cannot
Remove the heavy lid that covers my soul.
Oh, dear elements of the physical world,
Would you be so kind to teach me how to find
The warmth in place of the burning?
And the healing in place of the bleeding?
For I want to slow down
The way I decay.
© 2017 H Bakerley