June 2012
“The only way out is through.”
—Robert Frost.
My Beautiful Tragedy
You
strike a chord
deep within me
and play the strings
no one else can even see.
You
are the artist;
I am the epiphany,
bleeding out
this painful ecstasy.
You
see through years of thickened scars
to the place where my heart used to be
and fill me with hope of understanding;
sympathetic soul, this is what you are to me:
You
are my very
necessary
cathartic energy.