I Am Santo

Fiction, poetry, music and mindscape pictures by creative artist Jason Santo

RENEWAL

Growth
Such vertiginous folly,
Were these paths 
Vines
How thick and knotted
They’d knuckle
With the failure of shuttered hopes
And wasted first kisses,
Thorns marking 
Every heartbreak,
Drawing beaded crimson
From pricked fingertips 
Seeking to heal and affirm
Such restless waking 
That fled beds at dawn,
Sherbet sun dripping 
Across seed and sweat-soiled sheets.
Let the blood brown
As a lacquer of pained memory
And the vibrant flower of self flourish
At the site of wounds inflicted.
That throbbing trust 
Cleaved, discarded, left to rot;
Every death dissolves into
A fresh return.
And the bud tentatively worships 
At the alters of new flesh
Opening slowly
Healing
Even as the scars of past blooms
Breadcrumb mottled histories
And expose the imperfect branches
Beneath our renewed flowering,
Petals grasping
For the dizzying heights
Of adoring light.

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Come on. The cold relents. The biting frost disappears. The wounds of winter heal. Live. You’ve done it before. The roads threatened with their access to an end, the tuck and dive and screech and crush avoided by simple hopes. That next great meal. That next wonderful kiss. The next joke and beautiful day where the warmth of the sun falls and teases skin to freedom. Everything dies, including sorrow. Rage isn’t an endless spring. Loneliness is a state of transition. From once frozen ground, rendered lifeless by the caustic season of discontent arises a bud of hope. In even the most sterile terrain, life wins. It wins because the seed won’t be broken until it’s ready for the reach. Nature designed the shell crack in safety, and broken hearts mend, arms like shoots looking for complete. Embrace the light, taste the wet. Believe. Everything grows again. Even you.

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Come on. The cold relents. The biting frost disappears. The wounds of winter heal. Live. You’ve done it before. The roads threatened with their access to an end, the tuck and dive and screech and crush avoided by shingle hopes. That next great meal. That next wonderful kiss. The next joke and beautiful day where the warmth of the sun falls and teases skin to freedom. Everything dies, including sorrow. Rage isn’t an endless spring. Loneliness is a state of transition. From once frozen ground, rendered lifeless by the caustic season of discontent arises a bud of hope. In even the most sterile terrain, life wins. It wins because the seed won’t be broken until it’s ready for the reach. Nature designed the shell crack in safety, and broken hearts mend, arms like shoots looking for complete. Embrace the light, taste the wet. Believe. Everything grows again. Even you.

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