So It Is

The storm she breaks
just to build back up
to where it all began.
Winter melts
so the sun can shine upon
your smile again
my old friend.
A page is ripped
just to be sewn
back together
with this sword
I call a pen.
Come fall beneath
the ink that bleeds
into the being of me.
As above
so it is
far below
in the meaning of those
that I have known.
Again the words
they start to flow
with the love
that slowly grows.
But first I must
bury the evil
in this old bag of bones
before the good
in you
brings me back home.
BeLove © 2017

My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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