Numb
A vacant void unable to feel
And make this real…
A crescendo of frustration building
Then it happened-
Urged by instinct, a shard of glass is moving about in sonata-allegro
form.
Scarlet beads rising to the surface,
Dis...con ..nec..ted
But ever increasing in size
Until the billowing pearls became a constant trickle…
A rapturous release
And I was hooked,
An aficionado
Anxiously anticipating the
next movement…
It became an affair of sorts...
An adagio-
Graceful, well-controlled...
Finding the right instrument,
The right space with which to conduct the melody
That will execute this absolution of sin
Bringing deliverance from this evil
Festering within
And finally I FELT
pain.free.
To compose a scherzo of lacerations waltzing
This way and that
Without hesitation
Until a rondo of indelible scars
Is all that was left
Distilling me
Bringing purity.
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