Word Alchemy: Poetry

Word Alchemy transforms pain into art, weaving lost loves and faith into a resilient cry.

Poetry is cruel alchemy indeed. We, the tortured, chase the mystery of our unfulfilled history. We're whipped by thoughts of what could've been, of collapsed dreams and cold memories and letters that were never sent. We lament unanswered prayers for long-wilted roses and thorns that bite, our crumpled desires haunting in the dark of night; almosts beg to be told, so we bleed ink and tears that stain our souls.

Almosts are dungeon keepers. They torment our minds, fueling unanswered longing for what never was beneath Heaven's silent gaze. The un-said vows, the silent screams, and lovers ripped from time; We spill fragile truths from our shattered lives; we weave, tell, and twist the knives, pouring ourselves onto the page dripping raw emotion sprinkled with tempered rage. Our mind, a shared enemy, and the battle spills for all the world to see.

We are resilient, mostly, except for some, and we drip one word after another, bleeding ink another day; Grace cracks the stone, and we remember; Brothers and Sisters, We Are Not Alone. HalleluYAH!

—NoisyWren - This poem was inspired by a my friend Bi0Hazard