It’s hurting, tortured and stricken with pain.

Yet no one listens to its rage.

It’s concealed within the flesh, with your intellect touching it ever so gently, devoid of it’s exists to feel.

It hungers for inspiration, creativity, courage, strength, and determination.

Bringing the very meaning of exists to Life.

Coursing and weaving thru your body, stimulating, elevating your senses.

As I seek out the answer, only to get a glimpse of its truth.

I was astonished with confusion by the marvel that prevails before my gaze.

It glances with discontent, ripping it bonds to freedom.

I have exposed the Beast,

It claws its way to my eyes, for me to see.

In the mirror I........SEE.

It’s my soul that I finally set free.

Written by: Lamont Baker