Rise

In this grief I have found a rotten heart

a mad heart, 

black at times like a 

second sun burning darker than any worm hole

such words woven from this heart 

are not to be kept around

but can't be swept away either

there is a balancing and I must now pay 

for the anger

isolate? self-hating?

I will rise again to surface where the light may trickle in like glory

over the drowning.