Deep In The Archives

Deep in the archives of the soul sits those phenomenal masterpieces, the common space for all the pain to be released.

 Bottled up like the most elegance of creativity sorting out the hatred and negativity.

Mastered and aged like the finest of wine building as expressions flow constantly through my pen.

From my storms I've managed to settle the dust, I come in calm cool and collective sheltering the pain as I smooth out the rust.

Sheltering myself from belittling as I shield and protect my sacrifices, not shrinking from the hurt but coming in bold adding a little spice.

No my battles aren't all accounted for, but if I dig deep in the archives trust I'm coming with my pen straight knocking down doors.

I'll forever speak and write with words of wisdom, as my smile remains unshaken and expressions roar deep from within as my voice states provision.