A
constantly stormy sea—
beset
by clouds of
varying
darkness of degree
Interminably,
an obsidian tide
rushes
forth, with it’s blinding
waves
of rippling course
After
our clouds have grown clear,
skyline’s
tempest shifts to a scene,
where
celestial rays inch their way,
out
from beneath the shadow shroud
Once
completely free from darks and grays,
a
final splash of powder blue,
forever
alters the color wheels pointed view,
But
beneath the freshest of these coats serene,
a
blush-stroked canvas often frays,
opening
wounds that once were made—
and
no longer can our painted cicatrices forever stall
the
untethering of bruises buried deep
