The deprivation fractured us detached,
yet the love, the glue, binds us in conjunction; as a flower in the desert, we blossomed in the savagely conditions and clasped onto every morsel of rain just to remain alive and survive.
The trail of tears forming a caterpillar,
crawling on the pale skin, absorbed by the arms of the comforter: the pillow; witnessed by the night, waiting for the sunlight to dry and provide courage.
Hardship perceived, immune to time, a caged bird now appreciates the revealed beauty of freedom and sensory illusions; conflict and chaos molded the art of today. Yet the devil sometimes finds work for the unoccupied mind.
But deliquesce; over time its agonizing
vibrancy develops hues of a peaceful sea, of which the tides only rise when it is the need.
Shards of a vanquished universe coalesce
dusts of fugitive destruction and chaos; verbal hemorrhages oozing from the pen amidst metamorphic dreams built from the foundations of a resilient soul.
Contriving in eclectic shapes and forms;
aesthetically the shards undress to unruffle the imbalanced state.
Naked and stripped, chaos and order coalesce,
intermingling stitched equilibrium residue to be in touch with joy and pain as though they were dual
twins of the same; for every torment encountered, a counteracting faith at the helm.
Welcome its rage with pride and honor; extend
your hand to transcend your warmth and transmute it into love; add vibrancy to the quality of life while accepting its devilish nature.
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