Titles are Overrated

Part 121

Your ears bleed

from the words of everyone

who orders you,

and from the sound

of your own screams.

Clench your fists 

as you clench your teeth,

both white and stained.

Tear apart all

that you've been told -

their bitter promises

mean nothing.

Pure silver seeps

from your veins,

do not let

anymore spill.

Pry open your ribs,

let the broken winged butterflies

fly away,

let them fall to the ground

like autumn leaves.

Wipe the dewdrops

of your body's rain

from your soft cheeks.

I swear the storm

in your mind

will come to an end.

Let the winds blow

through you,

like a cold draft,

let it blow away

all that stands in front of you -

all the footprints on the paths

you wish you hadn't taken.

Find somewhere to wash

your blistered feet,

my darling,

and keep walking.

Do not

let anything

stop your brave, 

strong soul. 

Take the hard path, callous your mind and feet. Trip and stumble, but get up - always get up.