Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Transition

It pains me to look at me
It wakes me to understand
I wish to love that part of me which is rotten, that part of me which is sick
I search to discover a broken soul
A broken sole
A broken spirit
A broken secret
A kiss made--not given, taken or blamed
How does one gain?
A love that needs 1
A love that needs no one
This love knocks
Waits no more
I turn to open the door
Fall into sores to soar
Broken yet reborn