december

[mostdefinitely]

Never again
do I abandon my truth
in favor of a foreign one
for safety’s sake

What is danger
but another challenge
something to keep under my pillow
as I am swallowed by life
Living as myself
my privacy becomes sacred

I soak in my truth
inhale its mist
tattoo it on my skin
carve it on my bedpost and
feel it wash over me
every time I come

Devoid at last of need
tension is no longer static, unclings
What was before?
Lighter, thinner, frightened
I could blow away at any moment
and of course I did-again

My would-be kindred souls
poor things, caught watching
I always feel eventually-
an incredible feat, to blindly repeat

Finally enough sadness has accumulated
to fill several lockets
mementos of juvenile idiocy

I am nearly at peace. My faults shrink into my past.