You wrapped me up in stars.
When I wanted to slip into the dark.
To dissolve into an abyss.
You smack me with diamonds.
Making sure they cut and imbed.
A constant constellation to light my path.
You pour gold into my veins.
When I wish to drift away.
And teether me to this material realm.
Showing my what beauty I surround.
Welcome to the survival.
The nest in the mind, padded with gold and turpentine.
Cleansing the stain of a life lived in regret.
Galvanising all that remains.
Precious in its circumstance.
Your uniqueness burns like a church candle.
Sacred.
Cherished.
Sanctified and blessed by its very existence.
Placed there by someone who cared to care.
What is lost, can be forgotten.
The darkness leaves little space.
We fill this void with flowers.
Where the teeth once were rotten.
An ivory tower of hope now climbs.
All inside.
Built back upon tears and upheaval.
Pulled out from the most terrible of histories.
Yet still breathing, a product of now.
Electrified by the thought of change.
Scatter your sparks into the spaces that ache in emptiness.
And save yourself, for only you ever can.
Havoc and Consequence 