Pouring out blood
from an old cut
that never healed.
Peeking out from behind
the lies
that keep me concealed.
Feel like stepping out
on a cloudy day
and letting all this pain
fall like rain.
I want to feel
the clouds burst
in my soul,
wash me clean,
and make me whole.
I want to stand
in the middle
of the river
while it flows,
and let it take
this sinful skin
right off my bones.
Holding on
to shadows
with broken hands.
Light shines through
the holes in who I am.
They say it’s the clothes
that make the man.
If that’s the case
then leave me
naked as I am.
I want to feel
the lightning
strike my mind.
Wake up
what’s fallen asleep inside.
All I’ve got to burn
is flesh and time.
Watched them both
go up in smoke
and I
am still alive.
One day
there won’t be
much left of me.
A little bit of dust
and a couple memories,
but words,
out as far as the eye
can see.
Maybe enough
to set my soul free.
DJR – 2023
