It is what it is To cut open your belly and bleed out on stage To open one's eyes and be caught by surprise that other's stare back through the haze Oh, what it is To take all one's pain Give birth to a dirge as you mourn on the page
One troubadoura's adventures and lessons learned exploring the world through music, nature, and poetry. Visit my haiku site at harmoniesandhaikuhome.wordpress.com