Real, these moments of self
Though channeling
By being broken inside
Beautiful, missing deeply
A way of living, better
Days hidden completely
In loves intoxicating throws
Lost all now but
These the countless hopes
Cherished pleas, borne of loss
Secrets laid bare upon paper
Altars to the kindred suffering
Painful and brave, sharing
To feel the good thoughts
Pouring back through
Portals to the soul.