for Bri Getterman
To change the world, I have to change the eyes
That see it, and
the hands I use to fashion
It like clay, and the heart that deifies
My demons; till I
view all with dispassion,
And learn to see the face behind my face,
The spirit in the
shell, the me behind
The I, the garden that my walls encase,
The stillness
underneath my busy mind—
And live a truth that shames the lies I wear
Like labels,
leaving me sincere and clean
And helpless—bravely helpless—with soul bare,
Eyes clear, hands
steady, and a heart serene
To shun the ego
underneath my name
And be a spark
that sets the world aflame.
Copyright 2017 Matthew J Wells
2 comments:
As always, you struggle manfully (if I may use such an obsolete word) against demons within and without, and with language made luminous by that struggle.
The inner ones are the real killers; the outer ones, more like accessories before the fact. ;-) Thanks, my friend.
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