Pain bring out creativity. It comes from deep within and seeks release.
"Pain is a flower like that one,
like this one,
like that one
like this one." Robert Creely, "The Flower"
Shadow Petals
Deep bruises shadow petals
Where white purity lacks necessity
Floral stalks sprout flourish grow die
– a short life –
Alive promoting beauty
Dead teaching lessons
It is piercing pain reminiscent
of what is mysteriously terrifying
lurking on the edge of sleep
but not allowing sleep but scaring into wakefulness
then forgetfulness
Morning: in the light a hangover of pain persists
Memories fade although it is thought wounds
Will be remembered after they heal
No, says the
Universe, I will
take you to another
place
Trust me, although it’s
thorny, but trust me
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