Please call me by my true names, So I can hear all my cries and my laughs at once, So I can see that my joy and pain are one.

My joy is spring, so warm it makes the flowers bloom. My pain is like a river of tears, so full it fills the oceans.

My joy is summer with its long sun lit nights. My pain is an arctic winter, so cold it cuts to the wick, —-so dark I cannot see my soul.

My joy is fall, with its colors all aglow. My pain is addiction, so cruel and haunting, —–it rots my mind and body and sequesters my soul.

Please call me by my true names, So I can wake up, So the door to my heart can be left open. So I can see that my joy and pain are one.

Love

Bill Martuge