The Show

Its a little warm up poem as im rejoining cafe after a reallllllly long poetic hiatus. Ive been really going through it because my addictions and im in really strong place. So lets be creative.

Guardians watch over all of us
as we recieve and give.
Ancestors old and young.
All have lives to live.
Who stays true and who gives in.
The truth you bare lays within
Egos growing thin

There will come a day you will have to hold
All of your horse and bare the cold

And your heart warms your chest
Within a fragile frame

As you speak out against these cruel games
And your light will cast the shadows clean

Then nothing will ever be left unseen