Dear 2016,
I'm done with all
my hurts and alibis.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017

Great standing stones,
lichen pocked,
weather worn omens,
older than old,
fern spotted,
devotion holed,
wind bitten,
upright tho' time honed.

Granite flecked rocks,
holy pinnacles,
mossy grass knotted,
atop high hills,
or valley hidden,
sole history keepers
you alone know
ancient faith watchers,


so tell me your secrets.

He is made of laughter and heartache
He is made of so much pain
He is made of so many elements
That I’ve never seen him the same.

He’s a survivor and a fighter
He is made of tooth and nail
He is made of so much laughter
That it makes me want to wail.

I have seen his rough exterior
I have seen his broken heart,
I have seen the self he tries to hide,
I don’t see how he doesn’t fall apart.

I don’t take pity on him
For there is none such to give;
I look at him with wonder
For the different life he has lived.

He has seen such love and affection,
He has seen all lives brutal pains,
He has known the sweet attention
That only a woman has to donate.

He is made of the melting glaciers
And he is made of a burning flame,
And yet he is cold and gentle,
But still he is never the same.
-ALC December 27, 2016

Maybe I'm just a
Few standard deviations
Off of what's normal