Transformations

It is my turn
Resurrection of the written
The dark ink of hope
On a stark white page

The hungry thoughts
Of a starving poet
Devouring the chaotic beauty
In an ever changing world

Poetry
Speaking of all that is beautiful
Reaching for integrity
Yet possessing neither quality

Still words tumble
Branding the psyche
Strengthening a stance
Though unsure of where they stand

Fighting towards light
While bathed in darkness
Afraid to explore the mystic deep
Blackened caves of wisdom

You learn in the dark
To feel
To listen
When fear is renounced

A poet writes of life
Real or imaginary
Wished for or left behind
To find a self

To inspire and warn
Sifting through the emotional waste
Of a dying world
Begging for resurrection