Forethoughts on the Aftermath

Forethoughts on the Aftermath

As the flame
Flickers and shines
That soft glow
It creates dancing
Silhouettes upon the page
You dip your
Pen of thoughts
Into the well of ideas
To give birth
To those words of feelings
On this thin wood
You empty all that
You have placed
And hidden in that
Bloody muscle of yours
Everything you thought
To be true and
Know to be right
Was spewn upon?
The paper
As if the artist
Was splattering his
Aggression and angst
Of color onto canvas
Soon the ink
Became swirled
With the salty
Fluid of weeping eyes
And then you write a
Word which opens
Your eyes
And gave you being
Your spirit is lifted
As you tip
The candle over the page
The wax drips
With certainty
To create your seal
Your seal of life

Who is daring to open it?