Tuning Fork of Redemption

I’ve spoken illness,

spewed sludges of pain—
dripping, seething lava.

Pulled from my chest
this rancid reek of deceit,
crusting over the silence.

See me—please...
Don’t leave me.
Abandon ship!
No.
Don’t go.

Worthlessness spills
in gobs of pity and spit,
self-loathing thick as tar.

Then—
the hose.
The wash.
Concrete heart rinsed clean.

Sipping tonics of renewal,
inhaling deep—
purging the programs of defeat.

Scrubbing the scabs of the past,
filtering this clouded mind
until creativity breathes again.

Humbled, I bow:
awareness bending my head,
darkening my eyes.

To drink again from the breast of life,
squeezing wisdom
from experience’s sweet milk.

Still—
the tuning fork of redemption

vibrates through me.

IMMORTALITY