Wounds in the mouth

The midnight rain is over and poetry stains the pages- spilling out of my mind an endless spiral of consequences- the absence of all things - the moment stings and softens into rest - biting bleeding hearts that sing the lullaby a of youth and dreams before  they were stolen - 

Become soft agin with your self and talk sense to your mind- talk to your soul- be compassionate because the pain you feel radiates out of you an spills out into other things and can decay that which is extremely important - 

Relationships 

External reflections of your self 

There are reasons for the self 

There are wounds that have healed and help that has set free those things that make me me

Glorious in a short life that endured many wounds too soon- 

There i wrapped a magic cocoon over that tender lil part of a little girls heart - and carried on.