Heavens Rain #NoFilter
Heavens Rain
I do not know If my skin will ever be as clean as others seen
But i dream to let go of a constant stream..
Aesthetic symmetry floods me
And causes my eyes to bleed
Then tears must squeeze by to revolt and release..
May i please..
Be allowed to shrink down
To proximity of my own self imagery
He replies no!
You must stop and believe...
Was that me?
Or something beneath?
This skin bruised and abused
A child hardly for use..
Yet a man saw my skin and it called him to sin!
Can i blame him for scenes
He carried out in his dreams?
Innocence became prey and the rest something gray
And hazy
Then crazy...
show me lord!!
I am More
Than that flesh broken gore
A little piece of spirit herein
Draws me near.. In
From the corner of a room
sunken down and confused
The floorboards underneath
Cradled her body beneath..
little cracks in this porcelain figure
Increased
Outside the leaves felt a shudder
Then came a piece of skin down
As shattered glass met the ground
First one done
Then Another
And another..
Outside rain heavily poured
Significant of the fathers metaphor
You are more
You are more
Then that skin that your in!
Not even only sin....that you ve worn through the years
Painted in fear
Your brush not to blame but his name in your flames.."
So as i let my Grace precipitate
So heavy it becomes
And it falls on the just and unjust
In the same..
This cannot change.
So ill watch as your flames wither to a simmer
therein smoke lies the
strain
and the pain..
And a
glimmer.
Soft golden frame
The body once only shamed
Now bears light in my name!
Heavens rain.
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