my past is a dark
ominous cave
that i mine
full of barbed wire
broken glass
rusty metal and
unexploded landmines
i tiptoe carefully
barefoot
in tattered rags
through this
treacherous
place
my pain
my rage
becomes the scorching fire
i use to transmute
these dangerous objects
into gem-shaped words
that bury deep into your
consciousness
black diamonds
and rubies
with edges sharp enough
to draw blood
Brave & Reckless 
Wow! ❤
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Thank you Dorinda! We have a REALLY long Lab Meeting on Wednesday mornings and its has become one of my favorite places to read for class and write poetry on my Smartphone
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Awesome! Keep writing!!!
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Love this, Christine! And I agree that long meetings are great for blogging. 😉
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What beautiful and powerful words… “gem-shaped words that bury deep into your consciousness”… wow.
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Thank you! I got to tell you Mark– I am still contemplating your “curvy words”– I love that image so much.
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Ha, well get as much mileage as you can from that thought. You have many yourself! 🙂 ❤
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❤
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Gem shaped words!? WTF? How awesome is that? This is a badass write CRay!
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Why thank you OldePunk. *blushes*
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I like this!
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Thank you!
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LOVE this!!!
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Can’t get over this poem! How beautiful!! 😍
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Thank you so much!
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Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: A Site of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Evocative writing from Christine Ray of Brave and Reckless
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An excellent piece, yet again.
Loved reading it.
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Thank you Moushmi!
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