My bones strung
With Christmas lights,
And I feel the light getting out
Through the scars of my
Mistakes but I’ve learned,
How to offer forgiveness,
To those who warrant it,
Silence to those who do not,
And although there have been
Long stretches of velveteen dark,
I made myself real,
And took to the forest,
Fur damp and eyes gleaming,
If the mocking laughter
Reaches me
I’ve attuned my ears
To the envy,
And the pain beneath the
Anger,
I’ve felt it too,
And not seen it as a demonstration of
Virtue,
I live, laugh, love,
With too much force
To hold within
Without control,
Life is a test or
A celebration,
Sometimes both at the same time,
The lesser demons don’t
Break my skin,
And I see them with pity,
Even as I learn from them,
The earth moves beneath me,
Brings my muse closer,
To home,
A person,
A place
All three,
The same thing.
MB Blissett 