Blemished
Life has been more than an idea
Captured in the buoyancy of purpose
Placing fear within fractures
Expanding into Tsunamis
Conscious of mortality
Humble words flooding minds
Trailing from verbs and nouns...
Because they are easiest to taste...
Rather than the bitters of Emotions
Preferring logical fits of hypocrisy
Hardly knowing how to prepare for perfect storms
Created by past shadows …
Shadows...
Needing to tell the story…
Because even the most mindful wayfarer
May not notice within their gray skies
Disillusioned Sirens
Who also seek the next ‘sunrise’…
Serving as inescapable illuminations
Of oneself...
Faustina Bohling
