Blackened Mirrors

The inner voices

Of this skin

Sees what needs to

Be done.

It’s igniting the

Candle on fire first,

That is the only

Trick,

For they say

Once it’s lit

Let it burn,

Understand,

That in order

To learn-

Some will hate

Some will talk

Some will bite

Some will walk

And those may match

The talk of their

Vibrations with the

Patterns of the chalk

Written on their souls

Understanding it

Can always be

RE-WRITTEN;

For it's these

Whom my heart

Seeks.

Yet when I speak

No words I’d keep

And so neither

Do you-

I do not blame you

So in the distance

I will remain

Purposefully

Refrained

From all that could

Be delivered to you.

You see I’m merely

A messenger

Yet words

Match not

My mind.

The only way

I see to speak

Is through

My body.

All else

Is blind.

All else is disguised

Strength clothed with

Weakness.”