These words that line the page
I've breathed bled and felt
Cut myself open on the edges
Spilled
Poured  
Knelt
Built up with the highs
Come
down
with
the
lows
Set words from chapters of spirit that only truly knows
Shelled out from the hollows
Pulled out from the veins
Dredged
deep
from
pits and gallows
Sprinkled
down
from
soft summer
rain
Meaning has come from places I wouldn't want to rewrite again
The poetry more than just a verse it's the healing to live
with this pen