A spill by the sea---

As silent and clever and as silent can be we were chosen and then lost and lashed out to sea. Depart and take these memories and long lost belongings from me- as waves take the sand and shape what maybe- roots n wings as we try on different things. Silence is crucial and light has blinded my face- shunned in darkeness for a moment set free yet unable to escape for the hate of my mother and the wind that pierced my soul- in a tangled web of love and hate was there something more screaming at me than this love and fate- what I did to try to escape- in general the love has been a band aid over the hate a band aid of the secret and when that came off slowly the anger began to awake the cracks that I filled with crap- holding it all in the repress that light stolen from me on that darkest night- swollen and bleeding there was no repair for my wound in sight- so silence is how I dealt with it and in darkness it overtook me just right- until no more did I aloe the secret to take flight- I uncovered the truth with a snaggled  tooth that lies kept deep- protected by a tiny flower within- that pretty pink petal before there was any sin- clutching- now child like with long golden hair i danced like i was free with gypsies in the ait of the night----- holding and lovig all that I was right in darkness i can be healed by light.