A Few Days... Ago

A poem I wrote a few days ago:

Piercing

Explain to me why

too much knowledge falls in your silence

candy-covered answers

hide lost desire

hide accepted hurts

Why

mirrored images reflect empty

golden locks drained of color

existence without purpose

How I am

who I’ve become

empty words fall

reflecting accepted darkness

Slowly

linens fall from fingertips

eyes uncovered

mouth freed

they all fall to reveal Beautiful design

cold dirt between toes

cracks of light piercing the shadowy hole

at last,

the stone moves!

-written February 6, 2007-