Hear Me

Taking stock on these back pages of soul

caressing the dust bunnies underneath

pulling out a softcover only a few can see

for it is overcapacity with inked dreams

following the numbered index

welded with life's aches and coated with the severity

this page shows survival each ring upon the last

jeweled tones from bloody heartprints to smudge

approaching the target while reminiscing in the past

I find the heart drawn along the spine holding fast

soft greens of life glow through muddy stains and tattered pages

pumping slowly though still alive with determined ferocity

the vessels calmly carrying viscuous cells of anticipation

between worn edges and typeset finding remnants ever alive

pads of my thumb caressing the smiles left to be found

opportunities listed within the beating throbbing life

threadbare covers rough around the edges

taken down to read and absorb

lips stitched with liquid beginnings to face tomorrow

holding onto the moonlit script written

fading sunlight speaking in star tones

a novel tabbed chapter present on this journey taken

bruised heart beating with resolve