Our demons dwindle

when we dance with them

But to find the right rhythm

is a journey

and to sing a song that liberates,

an unbridled voice

willing to break the gates of heaven,

must be uncovered

only a broken child

as audacious and unsettled

as a thousand storms

can bring peace

to the unquieted beasts,

only ostracization can 

nurture the wounded gifts, 

the wounded harp 

that emanates the sweetest

tumbling producing melody

can passify prancing dragons

and revivify

with its imperfect tune 

what was once 

forgotten.