Heart lightens when the body grows lighter

Songs of praise drip from honey lips

 

Better to be called one than to feel like one,

But strung up syllables can’t replace belief.

 

Still waters glitter bright

Yet run deeper than river sprites

What is seen is unfound

In a mind caged and bound.

 

Pent up emotion

Seething at the surface like an ocean.

Ready to erupt molten lava,

A segway into the newest saga.

 

What other eyes see cannot be,

The cure to self-reflective glaucoma.

Sweet semantics should not be

The roots of the individual’s tree.

 

The body grows heavier when the soul’s roots bloom deeper.

And the sky grows brighter without the fantasy of the reaper.

 

An island is built where the truth is spilled,

And where the glaucoma is killed.

 

I pray you to begin to see,

The true worth of you and me.

Together we can conquer

The path to becoming stronger.