By Miles Patrick Yohnke
Copyright © 2012
Released October 3, 2014

I lived within a black and white envelope,
A despondent enclosed existence.
Like Kurt Cobain,
I had an itch in the back of my head,
That I felt needed a shotgun to be scratched.

A dark window to peer through to one soul,
That was once a broken spirit.
A broken voice.
Broken and silent.

Now in the present,
With her graceful being,
A calm and tearless love.

Once cold hands,
Now warm hearts.
With her alone,
No words are needed,
Since our hearts now beat as one.

With a heavy hand, the fire awakes,
Feeling like an analog character,
In a digital world.
A wounded heart so full of pain,
I knew not my very own name.

I cut the noose of this landfill ballet,
I killed it's grip, I cut it clean.

She refurbished me and left her mark,
Upon my asking skin.
Now in the sacred arms of care,
Ambushed by her tearless love.

December 17, 2012
For Nikolitsa Boutieros

Miles Patrick Yohnke is a globally recognized motivational author, poet, and mentor with a wealth of life experience. His philosophies and materials are used in schools in Africa, India, and the United States. They are used by preachers in their pulpits. They have been read on National radio and featured in countless publications.

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