I see

I see you desperately trying to hide your beauty. I see the wounds that have made you want to hide. I can feel the breath of the family member who called you cutie, and left you with a wasp nest inside. I can still hear the compliment deflection, and I can still taste the bitterness of the air. A dark grey hangs in every direction, but I am not afraid of the daggers in your stare. I know what has sharpened them, I know what has given them shine. I see your once bright skies and what has darkened them, and can feel the pain in the unanswered divine.

.

But your grace and your beauty cannot be hidden for long, as even the wretched cannot eclipse the power they possess. I came to sit beside you and help you sing your song, and help you grow a lotus from this murky mess.

If you wish to remain silent,

then I alone will sing, as long as you help me with your tune.

Without perpetuating the violent, without anything you need to bring, the angels themselves will swoon.

.

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About SIDEWAYS EIGHT

Being heard, stirred, and perhaps cured by life's many hidden images and the written-spoken word.
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