Sister Keeper

At times I’ve wished I could just slit my wrist
Let the childhood memories flow from my veins
Until nothings left but a pool of bloody dreams and tears to hallo my frame
Leave behind the muted colors of pink
Mixed with the intense extremes
Drowning in the depths of a poets thought process
Just wet
And mine being representative to the color red
Similar to fire seeping into alcohol drenched crevices closed for years
Creeping into psychedelic visions while seeking internally for answers to lifetime lies
Tell me,
Do you think a bird with clipped wings can truly teach another to fly?
Fight through death and enter life with a sense of higher skies?
Sista, I’ve been everything I’ve never wanted us to be
Subdued screams leak into dreams while cycles continued to repeat
Morphing childhood giggles into daymares
Not meant to be spoken out loud
Come with me
See this pain waiting to be released into the clouds
Eyes pierce through soft flesh shooting doses of remorse into my soul
While cold shudders rush down a complacent spine
Shackling feet that want to run free
Captive in addiction
Unable to eat
Sadistic thoughts carry a mind dizzy from lack of sleep
While her words still fill the morrow the my bones
Sending thunderous shouts calling me
To come back home
Only eyes with scab shaped coverings cannot see
And I’ve always carried a mind that would rather stand alone
Than to seem weak
Bound to passion with no escape lingering in the breeze
When fingergrips formed in the shape of masculine
Tightly to block the flow of life to lungs
And I know as well as you that bruises hidden behind cotton strips don’t
mean they’re not there
And I thought what you think too
But I caught air through open ears clearly
Listened deep with the light being placed into my eyes so bright
That my soul could hear the sound of song through my tear ducts
Transformed my locks into soldier shaped stances
Trained these hips to sway in the direction of new found dances
And now I walk with the few of unkempt tongues
Uncarried by life in the shoulders of others
Together we stomp beats into the earth
Gyrating sounds of syllables standing tall in stature
Picking chins from concrete trenches while decorating gashes slashed into sanity with the most beautiful butterfly stitches and now baby girl its your turn
Faux faces painted onto canvas pretty never did keep untamed fist baying for long
And I hate to be the one to say so but those victim shaped days
Lay in lazy states
While others see through the thin sheets of gauze
Come
Walk with me in unison to a tone not so long ago forgotten
And when in doubt bind my soul to yours and call it home forever
go beyond the still waters of solitude
And hold your breath tightly while diving deep
Travel through the rough currents while remembering you’ve always known the strokes in which to flow by
I am here
In the murky waters with you even if you can’t see beyond the smudged covered eyelids
And always have been
Wanting to gasp and grab for breath beyond tomorrow
Just like you.