Word Flowers

Barren eyes starved of beauty

cry in rain bursts with the sky

while writer unsheathes pen,

capturing torrents of anger and pain

concealed deeply within her heart,

escaping regrets, sorting them in jars.

Silent bony screams beat on veins,

cold, icy winds search for cathartic exit.

Artist resuscitates dying soul tree

with leftover breaths of darkness.

Heaviness surrounds her heart as she

spits out the embers onto her page,

engraving words on skin of thoughts,

clumps of sorrow, chinks in her walls,

inhaled threats of no tomorrow.

Plants word flowers within herself,

waiting for them to unfold

in delicate blooms protected

from onslaught of bitter storms.

Clouds of despair deafening heart

make room for human spirit, warming

the miracle of life unleashing

in enlightened bolts of enchantment.

Cruel memories whirl into distance

as happiness is unshackled from minds

chaperoning the free flight of sunshine.

The true artist sees the beauty of angst

but captures the fingernail moon of joy

for those who yearn to share the light.