Ascendence

As I stare at the screen my eyes begin to dampen.
How are they all so blind?
They cannot see the pain hidden inside their hearts,
They have chosen dissonance as their comfort.

Bring me to the darkened hole inside my tree.
Show me the light creeping through the cracks in the wood.
I find my peace in the darkness,
They find peace in the blindness.

Open their eyes, so they can see;
Show them all the beauty that the world possesses.
It hurts to feel their pain.
There must be someone else who senses it.

Seeking this other lost soul may take forever,
But I know my kin will help me open their eyes.
We must go into the darkness of my hole in the tree,
And allow our eyes to adjust.

The beauty we share, there in the darkness;
That beauty will be stronger than any light.
The images may strengthen our sight,
And our strength we must keep.

The dissonant ones will find their strength.
They will learn to see the beauty in the darkness.
We cannot make them see.
We have only the power to show them the way.
My Heart; My Stone
Chisel through the scars, the flesh never ending.
Oh how my chest does congest, with steam and concrete.
I exposed my soul, in which you soon destroyed.
Never again will that exposure take place.

Cold… cold is the word used to describe me.
My warmth was my secret, never to be shared.
My smile always had a hidden meaning.
You were safe, or so I thought.

I had no faith in your ability to discover.
Your depth was like a creek.
My safety lied there, in your obliviousness.
I could show my warmth without a care.

Every inch I gave, you removed a mile.
All of my warmth became your fear.
You feared that which shouldn’t exist.
I had a goodness most never attain.

Little by little, you hardened me.
Insult by insult, you ripped me apart.
Your own animosity was destroying you.
And you obliviousness destroyed me.

My heart; my stone, is all that is left.
I cannot break the shell you’ve built.
My heart; my stone, I wish would go away.
Only a hammer can save me now.
My Little Ones
Pitter-patter of little feet;
On our carpet, so worn and dingy.
Their love for me is so complete.
An unconditional pure affection.

Their world is completely dependent on me.
I swear to never wrong them.
My desire is to make them see,
That everything was in their best interest.

One day they will leave my nest,
And I will not be afraid.
I know that they are strong,
And their hearts are open.

All I ask is that they remember,
Every word of advice I have shared.
And that their eyes remain on the prize,
While no ounce of fight is spared.