Flower

Walking through my unconscious-
A clanking cramped cage.
The hostile animal within –
A warning to my inner child.
Reaching into the cage,
I pull out the frightening truth.

The wisdom within –
Clawing its way into my consciousness.
Dripping crimson drops onto my cheeks –
Clarity begins taking shape.

Parting the murky waters of my consciousness –
A ruby river of pain,
Assaulting the Divine fields
Of my precious plucked flower. 

© S. Slate 2017

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