thanks for the wounds

thanks for the wounds humanity

thanks for wounding me into a human
I'm like you now, grown-ups
covered in sores
oozing honeys
and poisons
calculating friend or foe
home or lost

thanks for this chance to live and then die

may the songs inside my heart
be heard before
I finish
letting
you
go

like an eagle diving to the earth

my imperfections inspire instant retribution

like all good things with wings

we must touch the ground 

eventually
feathers become roots
heavy with the need
to be known
in the darkness
of
existence
holding on

like all who love the Truth

we must suffer and mistake

to find her
we must push against
the buried soil
for a moment of light

without these faults, oh divinity

mirrors have no dimension to reflect with

take heart 

in this the salty ocean

wear no skin to seperate it's sting

the grimace is the smile

the laughter is the truest when sobbing

I put my heart on an altar
for a soul to be free
now it is I whom
must transmute
the disease

the callous know

nothing of 

this.