When stabbed by life
inside twists and turns
inside corridors of experiences, I bleed.
Bleed from heart onto page.
bleed with emotions that turn to words.
Some words bright red echo pain felt
when dark energies attacked self.
Other words pale are filled with emptiness
putting me in state of contemplation.

And as my breath bandages up my wounds,
I awake to see the sun rising.
I awake into the true gift of who I am...
A poet sage.