Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Embracing

I was content when the house burned down
and melted silicon pasted on the walls portraits
of everything I left pending.

I know fear isn't what we're taught to embrace
but when I can place it by my bed and sing it a song
I feel happy.

Two years ago my future was an old rope with coarse twines
protruding from every angle.
Before the scars on my hands formed,
it burned a lucid orange and left no ash.

No comments:

Post a Comment