pure

 
enter in with an understanding
the poet's tongue burns sometimes with the telling
a song of truth comes forth
it wells up within then greets the light

it is her muse of muses...ache
her nature no mystery
her face plain and open
she carries a great weight
it's with the telling the weight lifted

melancholy beautiful if you understand her nature
she was the first of her kind to awaken you
tiny sighs first decoded
your tears like diamonds she collected
to adorn you later after this life is over

smile at the hurt with the knowledge it builds character
glean wisdom in the meantime
epiphanies will come write what you hear
content in the knowing you are becoming

even in your broken time
more the woman you are and less the child you were