The rain beats down on the roof with persistence, yet my home just lets the water roll of its back.
Tensions build to construct releases leveling EQS to take the bass out of my voice, because no one listens when vocals strain for attention.
It’s the passion in voice that makes ears strain in silence.
Treasuring
Every
Break.
Breathing in exhales of self.
Leaving trails on the path of the thought that’s pulling corners to push smiles without effort.
All parts of the lesson I’m trying to learn before my 21 grams leave this plane.
I need to take example from my home, because sometimes you just gotta let things roll off your back.
And although I find it ease to brush dirt from my shoulder.
At times it tends to find a way to land on my shoes.
And to clean it.
I have to rub it in,
But seasoning wounds till my mood is salty, leaves my field of good intentions barren.
All I’m left to rely on is the hope that the dust in my lungs will erode the mountains I made amongst my molehills.
Because here also lies the mines I’ve mapped out to mark deposits of gems that tend to sparkle even if flaws fill every facet.
I don’t need to be cleaved to cut to the point.
Removing slivers to fill gap toothed smiles, turns laughter into giggles polishing off bottles of time once we have tipped our glasses.
Drinking the sands made when gems cut teeth, powdering weak spots to be rubbed in to thicken my skin, because seasoned leather draws lines marking smiles for reference.
So I’m writing papers to hand in oral reports of the home front.
I’m sweeping trenches to stretch my canvas over ever inch of the landscape, but I’m painting words to misspell the portrait posing for approval.
But consider this.
The luster is not lost.
Dust polishes every edge smoothing transitions so all sides twinkle.
So even if the sun isn’t shining,
Raindrops in you eyes can make the world sparkle.