open your doors ram your way through
dam the truth and tell known lies
wait for the sun to hold the sky
while words with words color you blue

words with words will color you blue
and therein lies the battered core
once grief begins to open doors
one weeps because these debts come due

one weeps when buried debts come due
life does not love the stoic face
nor hates the tears that leave their trace
but let’s us slide beneath the truth

I write because these words must be
grief unbound allowed to flow free