Abandoned

on a stormy beach 
in between concealed morsels 

comprised of melted glass
furnished from faded yellow 
iridescent bolts of lightining 
which aggressively pierced 
the golden hued sand 

a disrobed body frightened 
unaware of their location 
discarded in the land 
of worthless neglect 

an inherent sorrow persists 

is that what you think? 
that a sadness brews 
within the spiked walls 
of my being? 

you’re not wrong 
there is tremendous 
melancholy 

however, there is also hope 
it’s always a human who has suffered                                   — awareness renders 
an illogical ache 

do you believe people are born sad? 

do you believe a life-force that’s                                                                    constantly felt trauma 
can genuinely move through? 

do you believe, that a body
which rests on damp sand 
who has both felt and thought 
to be inconsequential  
should actually live? 

the scars carried in this body 
have been tattooed with infinite wings 

when will they learn to fly?