Hold me to the light and see my secret sins .
The elements that drive me are the methods of madness.
This smile so weak in its stead is my offering to the disenchanted.
These words from my soul a gift to their lost .
The wind that blows cold through these turning pages
whispers of a point from which I must arrive .
Yet I find comfort in these shadows .
I cannot pretend nor feign belonging.
For my heart is a ship without a rudder a rebel without a cause .
Won’t you see beyond these cracks ?
The scars that run deep are the confessions of a passionate poet.
My arms never grow tired …
Seek your solace in them and I will change you forever.
© Chad Lewis
Featured Writer from “Creative Talents Unleashed Writers Group”
Photo Credit: © Donna J. Sanders
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