The Alchemist

by braveandrecklessblog

my past is a dark

ominous cave

that i mine

full of barbed wire

broken glass

rusty metal and

unexploded landmines

 

i tiptoe carefully

barefoot

in tattered rags

through this

treacherous

place

 

my pain

my rage

becomes the scorching fire

i use to transmute

these dangerous objects

into gem-shaped words

that bury deep into your

consciousness

black diamonds

and rubies

with edges sharp enough

to draw blood

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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4 Comments to “The Alchemist”

  1. You have alchemically transmuted your words into a beautiful poem. Wonderful.

  2. Lovely and powerful of course!

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