Wednesday, July 31, 2013


Into the farthest reaches of my soul lies a leaper

a leper, an outcast, a symbol

and there I find my uncleanliness

and there I find that I lie in pieces

a broken heart

afraid to dream.

For all I dream
and all I know has
fallen around me

Yet I wish to be whole

to stand in the open, baring my soul

cleansing rain will fall on my head

cleansing tears will fall from my eyes

I will see who I am again

I will be renewed

and the mirror will be my friend.

1 comment:

  1. This is awesome! I have firmly believed in the fact that you are your closest friend and only you know yourself completely.