Blind Poem by Skylark Woodrow

The dagger twists and turns again,
Ripping apart half-healed flesh.
Blood trickles down and stains my soul;
Now will everyone know?
Will they see my wounds,
View my scars,
Observe my shattered heart?
No,
They are blind to the truth because they don't want to see it;
It's too inconvenient.
They refuse to acknowledge the pain,
Suffering,
And anguish within me…..within the world.
They refuse to acknowledge that they might be the source.
They think that if they say it isn't so it isn't,
But it doesn't work that way.
They deceive themselves;
Creating their own reality in an attempt to extinguish the truth.

(2016.12.16)