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


in tattered rags

through this




my pain

my rage

becomes the scorching fire

i use to transmute

these dangerous objects

into gem-shaped words

that bury deep into your


black diamonds

and rubies

with edges sharp enough

to draw blood


16 thoughts on “The Alchemist

  1. I set them aside
    these jewels that glitter
    through crimson facets
    orange sparks
    dance upon their visceral surface
    by the torchlight of hope
    I look them over
    appraise their worth
    to the apothecary
    who might accept them
    for a drop of crushed elixir
    to dull the pain
    of their passing

    Amazing, Christine. Simply Amazing. One of my favorites. ❤

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