Stories

We are all stories, a page torn from a worn book

a storm cloud over a steady brook

words give a glimpse inside, a glancing look

at a heart torn, ripped and shook

I let the waste waters flow over my soul

heart burned as acid rain pours from clouds of charcoal

I let your curses infect my head, my pride, my art

let your words tear my world apart

The pieces you find, they give me peace of mind

spent too long looking inside, to the outside I'm blind

I try to see the beauty outside the cage in which I'm confined

a world that can so often feel unkind, as cold rains remind

I tore a new page, clean and clear, let new words appear

stoked new fires, found people that inspire the seeds to grow into flowers

not weeds or creepers sent to devour

found those that set smiles free

not on the lips where they can lie, smiles that live in the eyes for all to see

And the blink of an eye no longer brings a shed tear

but a raised cheer, at the possibility of a universe to revere

Thanks For Reading, 

Peace & Love.

Happy World Poetry Day!

Kyle.