can i not bore into my temple
and remove the bitterest parts
of myself when they scream?
am i forced to witness their decaying
motions as they spoil and rot
every good thing I feel?
i say no, because i am worth more
than unspoken disdain, disgust,
unpleasantry.
fingertips to burdened lips,
I unsilence them and free the raindrop
words that ache to revive the good
behind the hurt.
paintbrush smattered in an ugly
hue of purely human creation,
no divinity in its intent, portrays
an image of a me that doesn't like me.
but it washes off in realization
that water is love is truth.
and that truth, beyond me
and in me, is good.
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 12:52 AM UTC
can i not bore into my temple
and remove the bitterest parts
of myself when they scream?
am i forced to witness their decaying
motions as they spoil and rot
every good thing I feel?
i say no, because i am worth more
than unspoken disdain, disgust,
unpleasantry.
fingertips to burdened lips,
I unsilence them and free the raindrop
words that ache to revive the good
behind the hurt.
paintbrush smattered in an ugly
hue of purely human creation,
no divinity in its intent, portrays
an image of a me that doesn't like me.
but it washes off in realization
that water is love is truth.
and that truth, beyond me
and in me, is good.
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