There is something inside me
long discarded, set aside
from lack of use or interest
that comes alive
in the dark hours before sleep…
a part of me that no one
has ever seen  that ignites
 a blaze that repels all
but the most courageous of those
willing to see the flames,
feel the heat
and witness the burning
of a long dead heart.
Something that refuses to go quietly
into the oblivion of sameness
that characterizes the lives of most
who walk among us…
There is a part of me
long neglected and abused that
lifts it’s head and howls
in fury and desperation at the status quo
that paralyzes and causes
the slow decay
of soul…
There is something inside me
so long contained,
now barely leashed, that staggers
to its feet in defiance
of the belittling of its critical impact
on a world blinded by the need
to blend and be accepted…
There is something inside me
that no one has ever held,
or seen or imagined,
that shines so brightly
when you cast your eyes upon it
that you are blinded
by the ferocity
of emotion held at bay
for too many
lifetimes…
There is something inside me
that grows and thrives
in joyous abandon,
something raw and courageous
that dares to look the world
in the eye and say
“I love you too.”