Set ablaze

Some words are better left unspoken
only to be heard by those who will restlessly deny the lie
that your fears are without salvation
by holding what you never shared in the light of what we call eyes.

The right ones will know,
hold you in the space of uncertainty
until your seeds of pain blossom into fragile strains of purpose.

There is no such thing as a separation
between those who shine and those doomed to ache
for the eye that sees beyond the splendid shells of avoidant and anxious
the only separation will forever be those who feel
and the unconscious.

And even the most brightened eyes only carry the blessing
to realize the truth of how lucky we are to feel the storm,
embrace our blindness and see the downpour wash away
our trying to survive and teach us to surrender the dance
of the chaos within.

If your propose would have been irrelevant
you would have  yearned for slumber,
but you - you’ve been set ablaze only to tell this world the story 
of how gold is being made.