I want to change my life.
I really want to change my
I can really want to change
I can and really want to
Can I bleed?
History speaks one consistent truth.
To change anything, blood must flow
mine, another’s, red must show
in hues varied like crystals-Bismuth.
Until I have bled,
Body parts flung into the sea
Habits ripped from their homes within
Each split sucking a little life from me
I healed as I’ve said
Old ensigns no longer a lee
Unbound from my great olden kin
Allegiance new, I am now truly free
free to realize the problem all along
amidst subtly seen selfish sins.
I now fearlessly bleed.
©2021 by Peniel.
Background Information: No change can happen anywhere unless we sacrifice something. The word sacrifice implies death, injury, or at the very least, loss. To bleed is to sacrifice life's very water. To change, I must bleed.