Alchemic Verse

Unspoken pain rolled dense like the snow
Drifts deep and wide that line streets we know
When it’s too painful to even think
Into the couch and phones we all sink

Anchors of false famil’yar stillness
Weighted by the lead of doubt’s illness
Sit and sink and dream of futures lost
Pain compels stagnation at all cost

Until sinking burns
In golden hour
The ruin that’s earned
From fallen tower

It smells like rising from the ashes
It looks like searing lightning’s flashes
It tastes like blood’s copper on the tongue
It feels like coughing water from lungs

Every tear shed one less inner wound
The room for warm seasons to renew
Resistance looks like feeling freely
Love that’s found in giving and healing

What’s given returns
In golden hour
Reborn from urn
To quiet power

When the sink is drained and rubble cleared
The waves ridden dissolve ev’ry fear
Riding the inertia of the rise
Allows us to see beyond our eyes

It smells like new trees after Spring’s rain
It looks like building from joy and pain
It tastes like crow and authentic words
It feels like first drink in years of thirst

A mind that discerns
In golden hour
A heart that has learned
Death can grow flowers