I WAS MILLED INTO A SHADOW WHILST MY VOICE LABOURED TO THE FORE
INVISIBLE SCARS, SOME HEALED, SOME NOT, COVER WE THE WALKING WOUNDED
DEPRESSION IS AN ISOLATIONIST CLOAKED IN A SILHOUETTE
IN IRONS AND RUNNING ON EMPTY, GHOST THROUGH THE FOG OF MEANING
HAVING LOST YOUR FOOTING, KNEEL BEFORE THE CRUCIBLE AS ONE WOULD A SAVIOUR
EXORCISING YOUR PRESENT TENSE AIRLIFTS YOU TO HIGHER ALTITUDES OF HEALING
WHEN GRAPPLING FOR INNER PEACE, LEVERAGE YOUR TORMENT INTO COMPASSION
MOOR YOURSELF INTO A POSITION OF REBIRTH THROUGH FORGIVENESS
SALVAGE THE CHILD WHO ONCE WAS TO THE SURFACE
A RAINBOW DAWNS AS YOU CARESS LIGHT INTO ANOTHER’S TEARS
KINTSUGI IS A SHREDDED HEART COMPOUNDING TO THE RHYTHM OF LOVE
THE FOG OF MEANING 