Be True, Be You

The things attached to my heart
Add ons and peripherals
When it was perfect
in purpose and passion
from the start

It's not how fast or slow I go
That defines my life
When living and
learning to taste each breath
Are all I need to know

Can you read your preciousness
In the deep blue around the black?
That love and its healing touch
resolve the black and blue
of this printing press

Misery hates joy and all that it brings
Wishing to steal your voice
and cut off your wings
Lying that beauty and innocence
Are worthless little things

But you may find peace through
release of the charade
Taking great chance to be whole
Without accepting the weakness
of the untrue

Be brave, be red or darling in white
Be bright be hope be too much
Cold water to the dusty throat
Be salt, be light
Be the reason for the end
Of each fight

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