follow your bliss-
my bliss?
Follow your heart-
the heart that is shattered?

selecting a single splinter?

you must trust yourself
you must know yourself

I lay my thread bare soul on the ground and stare.
shredded, tattered and dingy

yet still-
always seeking

what else must I do
To be me?
is this me?
or now?
Wait---

is this me?
-yet?

still when cornered like prey
contempt and remorse
oozes from my pores at once

You did this-
BUT YOU DID THIS TO ME!
how could you-
why would you?
what did I ever do to you?

it's me alone
distracting and attracting
always hiding- waiting to be found by the dense shadows on the outside.

duality
duplicity

my own back in which  repeatedly and magically stabbed
the stench of regret
wafts up knowing engorged nostrils
sting

I've pierced myself once again -
barely relinquishing a dab of the putridness, greedily turning and twisting the pain in my fists
wringing the sopping rag out
in hopes of just one more use...

with the always present possibility
of  finally spinning this life story
to gold

Travis
2/18/13