Beginning

Less Dreaming,
More Creating
Always an ink stained world
Your dreams of escape
Self made nightmares
Every ray of light chased out by the shadows
Tell me of your broken soul
Of the release so desperately awaited
Let me take in your words
Sweep up the pieces of yourself
Place them in the garden of the mind
Open the shades for a glimmer of golden hope
Stop this cycle of self inflicted mutilation
Warm yourself in the sun
Let me help you stand
Take strength from the faith I have in you
Beauty suffers, but should never cry defeat
So, from the depths of your pain
Let the crimson bleed away
Leave a white dove
A new beginning
Of self creation

©Dana Price