Dawn & Dusk

There is a cost
To these poems I write
A searing pain
A heavy price

A bagful of experiences
That I trail behind
This is the only way I’ve found
To get them out of my mind

The imagery may seem vivid
The emotions so deep
But remember these are my tears
This is how I weep

I pour it all out
On a blank piece of paper
The starkness of my pain
Causing me to shiver

But I take them with me
Into the hollow in my soul
When I read them to myself
I start to become whole

Emotions so vast
They span these great skies
Suddenly become compressed
Assimilated by my eyes

Like a surgeon, I can explore
The deep wounds in my soul
Remove the dead tissue
And the edges gradually sew

There is pain in these poems
A cost to every clause
But really it is an investment
Into healing the underlying cause