Magickal Tears

These magickal tears

are full of unsaid pain

that can then be transformed

from defiance 

against inner shame 

when acid rained

down on me  

as an innocent, not to blame

I did what I could

to survive

and trauma scars

were the name of the game

and they've been inside me

festering in time

and to squeeze out

the poison

by enough love

to defiantly shine

is prime

amid the shadows haunting me

and the covered windows blocking me

I cry out upon seeing

a light lost in me

to the cold outer breeze

I speak out my truth

without fear of scorn

and I now cry these tears

not embittered

but sweetly born

from affirmation; I survived

feat after feat after feat

yes they magickally declare

the inner care

for the wellness of my dreams

in ways that can still mean

they be carried out, and seen

in truth and in love

though maybe not  

in the original ways

I had once dreamed of

but to grieve the old dreams

and to come to accept today's me

and without the embittered

darkness I thought

had swallowed me

as my tear ducts went dry 

when they turned to stagnant ice

when I could barely cry

and my hope could no longer fly

but this defiant light

now shines upon my cheeks

as I get up, ready to show you

who I am and want to be

beneath the shame-filled sheet

truth plants a new seed

via what I've come to be

melted is the ice in me

crying these tears, melted free

and under the stars

harmonic, on par

running through my soul like gold

cleansing wounds infected and old

magickal they now can be

these magickal tears 

can set me free





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