The Alchemist

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

 

34 thoughts on “The Alchemist

  1. I really enjoyed the power, mystery and mastery of your poem. The poem today on my poetry blog here on WordPress is about female anger in case you have time to look? Have a good day, Sam 🙂

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