I am the error in the fragment. The virtue that has never been virtuous. I am your free verse; your poetically incorrect. I am everything that is wrong and misled. I have seen deception; I have seen strength, hope, tears, flesh, and blood. & I am not afraid.
I have befriended solitude in the midst of common day, surrounded by the malintent of ambition. I know all too well what it feels like to be alone, on the verge of seething from the vulnerability that keeps me from screaming for relief; because there is no aid for what I am, or who I’ve become.
I am acceptance. I am the peace, love and joy in your black stained tears when you are crying, holding you from the torment of isolation. I am there. I am with you, lost in the sorrow; wallowing in the soil that they neglect to nourish. & Now I have gathered the understanding, so the lies no longer fool me. & I can see when your smiles are genuine, and I know the look in your eyes. & I would give you everything that I am to release you from the wounds that clench your soul.
I am Freedom.
THE SCARS ARE STILL BLEEDING.
& Now we're pleading to insanity to save us from the sane.