My angst flows through the pores
Enveloping me in its gore
The coolness of air leaves a tender care
As it dries up my sores.

My passion rallies in the night
Forcing me to stand up and fight
Asks me to face the uncertainties and unseen fears
By closing my ears to naysayers.

Being real is a hard thing you see
When people are masked in a fallacy
Honesty isn't shown
Most folks are judgemental to the core.

Full blown the propagation flows
People resurface the news of old
Like fresh rays of the sun
Just shine and let them burn.

Just be you
In a world that propagates the untrue
Be a shining light of kindness and grace
Of which the world needs a lot these days.