Consolation

Capturing the digital echo
Resounding at will
Our faces sing inside a web of catacombs

All that’s left is the shell
When life is drank like nectar from the dried up wells of undead memory

I live and suffer the beauty
Waking up in the dream of you that I can’t keep
Every morning another lamentation
Every night I bring you back to life when I close my eyes

Slumbering for visitation rights between this present hell and heavenly getaways
Like portals of transcendence behind my eyelids

Smother me with affections in my sleep
Till I wake up catching a breath I sometimes wish would escape me

Resurrection, bring back the vibrancy of daylight despite an overcast perspective
When all that’s left of the storm is the torrential downpour of the trauma

Rain is the illusion of devastation when every drop is but the catalyst of vegetation
When gravity is the soil I push through to sprout my wings and learn to fly again

What is every blessing in this moment but consolation prizes like glimmers of hope that are the evidence of eternity

Nothing here is the destination
Waiting for the end of the vapor
Author of my faith, life is labor
My story speaks beyond the pages
Digging deeper on every sheet of paper…