The Alchemist

The Alchemist, alchemical poetry

Brave & Reckless

my past is a dark

ominous cave

that i mine

full of barbed wire

broken glass

rusty metal and

unexploded landmines

i tiptoe carefully

barefoot

in tattered rags

through this

treacherous

place

my pain

my rage

becomes the scorching fire

i use to transmute

these dangerous objects

into gem-shaped words

that bury deep into your

consciousness

black diamonds

and rubies

with edges sharp enough

to draw blood

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