I have been gifted, I have tasted the sweetness of life..
I have seen the sharp clarity of trees flowers, faces.
I have felt the transcendence of caressing voice and music.
In my hollow heart, the giant beast of loss.
A raging surge of anger in argument, alive, vital.
The bitter sweet bite of emotional blood;
leaving the raw taste of iron.
The heat of life screaming through veins found lazy,
an unfocused vision lost to the mundane.
Beauty ablaze, the fine edge of pain sharpening all senses.
Grief will not win. I will rise and soar once more;
Banner above, head held high, pain now passion.
Never really gone.