Bloody bridges


The eye you turn gently,
makes the world see itself in a giggle,
showing the way to lighthearted refrain. 

You think I do not see,
but I see all to well,
the wisdom that comes,
from endless pain,
teaching how to laugh,
in order to heal.

You mix your metaphors ,
with cheerful abandon,
thinking yourself humble,
and slight.

 I see your struggled pathways,
the blood that signals truth,
one does not get the light,
without having traveled the dark.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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