Dec 31, 2009 13:50
all the girls ive made cry
and the things ive done for a high
release
all the money i didnt earn
that i spent obliviously
release
the girl i cracked like a ceramic plate
and the day i failed to take her to the easter parade
release
calling one love by another's name
release
all the times i looked at a person and saw a body
the things ive said for a text / a phone call / a rise
release
the time i pissed my dad's carseat
told him it was water
release
the lies ive told myself
the promises i cant seem to keep
release
release.
my dreams walk in crutches
my hopes are locked in smoky rooms
ive backed away from all the greatest challenges of my short life
i confess.
but i will release outward
on a breath like a zephyr
and all my dark clouds will rise upward
in a helix toward the sun
and all my knots will unknot
and That Which Is (Still) Good in Me will rub its eyes
and stretch
stretch out and greet the next sunrise
as if it were a Miraculous Sign
as if it were a promise of simpler more beautiful days to come.