writing of sadness evades
my pen, perhaps these tears
have a truer quality
like finding something
that wasn’t lost
(or known)
yet so precious
so intimate as to
freckle my skin
so known as to feel
pain in every movement
and know truly that I am
the blood of my story
the DNA of my mind
the realisation of my self
Tags: 2009, consciousness, healing, self awareness, truth, wisdom
