The brightness of a glorious dawn
Brings to this world its healing light
The bright rays streaming on and on
Though I may be in darkest night

Although it’s night, the sun shines still
The rays will warm my body soon
Should my faith waver, then I will
Find comfort in the lighted moon

Just like the sun - my wealth is sure
My hope increases day by day
While new horizons I explore
And prosper now in every way

If darkness hides my wealth from view
My faith remains - it shall be shown
Abundance from my heart renews
Revealing all the wealth I’ve known

By every stitch awkwardly placed.
Does there linger a sting.
A colorless.
Vastness.
Of nothing.
A space.
Larger than any ravine.
Boundless.
Where even the brightest smile.
Drowned.
It was here.
In this same collection of wavering resolve.
A new smile was born.
Of lust.
And piercing wales.
One that fit ever so perfectly.
Tears and pain cascade through.
Yet it remained.
Begging.
Wretching.
Playing with this notion of spite.
And torture.
The blade driven by ones own hand.
Is the very one that knows this darkness all to well.
Hiltless.
Does it dive deeper.
And the black ooze finds a home.
In the abyss beyond.
For this.
Is the viciousness desired.
A circle of ridicule.
And tumble end over end.
Smile intact.
Mind.
Shambles..

I thrive upon it,
And yet, it thrives upon me;
Grey muddle of life.