Keeping it real

We make what ifs and isn’ts

To feed our minds fresh memories

 

What can be made can be

Seen, what can be seen, is.

 

Still life cannot be stopped,

It was there before easel,

 

We can only sit in silence

And find peace in mimicry.

Outside

Take yourself out of

Yourself, just far

Enough to see

Without your glasses

Where the trouble is,

The sore and stinging

Itch, the blister,

There, beside the

Heart, where

Anger and frustration

Have rubbed freckles

Raw and no more

Skin is left to

Shield the soul.

 

Having stopped to

Look, having seen

The pain, the plaster

Will do to stop

Infection spilling

From the broken

Rim of wound.

Soon the blood will

Do its work and anger will subsist,

Just be sure to

Keep things clean

With love and watchful

Pride.