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the one write...
One day I will have the courage to write
the piece that burns my mind
to the core of my truths.
I will come clean and
Put all my demons to rest
I will shed the dirty sheet
That wears white shamefully
I will break open the oceans of
Regret, pain, love, hate
aching for a hearing,
Crashing in a ball of flaming despair
Falling tears of turpentine
Adding to the blaze of defiled glory
Drop by painful drop exorcised
Broken, humble; cause and effect sated
I will rise newly blinded like a phoenix
With brazen hope, pure of conscience
I will walk like a lion in the sun
Untouchable with glorious admissions
Coal and tar of defilement turned
pearls and diamonds of wisdom.
One day, one fine day these truths
Will cease to be a burden.
Such a pleasant hope
Alas a hopeless dream as
I can never write and appease
The syllables will never come
They lay trapped inside
I'll never ease
this beast of my burdens.
I'll never write what they don't see
Except in my mind where it haunts me.
