The search
Real and earnest
Has begun.
Inside me, the torment
Is sweet and unfamiliar
But true.
Blood, wine, essence
Life.
I paint my nails
A violent red
And laugh.
But the stories
Remain.
Untold, Orphaned
Like little jelly fish
Disowned by the sea.
The dream falters
But the journey
Lingers.
Like a burlesque dancer
Who forgot.
Hold my thought
And a ray of sunshine.
Let me breathe.
And search.
