But for Grace...

Emotions laid bare under a scorching midday sun
Can melt like hot wax over holy brass.

To reach inside its glowing centre
And grasp the hilt of raging flame,
Would ingite a passion so fierce and brilliant,
Its very coldness would leave one's soul branded for life.

Words spilling forth like poisonous vipers
Can slice through the pretense of every day normalities,
Exposing the gaping hole that is its soul's centre.

Maybe.

But...for just that moment in suspended time,
Reality's face is boldly crystal clear.

Emotions...

Burning...

Unresolved...
Are trapped beneath a gaping hole of silence and denial.

And yet, to spew its venom upward and outward could release it from its self-imposed prison.

Possibly.

But to give it this freedom might cost it the very thing it tries to protect...

Self.

Emotions laid bare under the scorching midday sun
Can swallow you whole...
Burn you clean through...
Consume your being...
And drain your existence into nothingness...

BUT...for Grace.


By: Tarin Glenn-Brown

April 5, 2011 (c)