trust in me,
i know
you're not insane

just because
the stains
won't wash away
doesn't mean
you cannot
stave away
the depraved
and self-proclaiming
sane

you are not
the only one
who sees
between the seams,
the oblivious
unclean,
who seem to be
so empty

what it is
i cannot say
that lives inside us,
displaced and
brushed away
star dust awakened
luminescent, shaded
and friend
to the sorrowful
berated

i wish i could say
i paved the way
to a place of safety
and confidence,
but the consequence
of our dis-ease
is our awareness
of that unseen
resplendence
of life within
a crucible