the transparency of
running water
over stone
is too much
for me to bear
i dropped my identity
into the water
and let it become
a stone
and as the mud
and ash and dirt
washed away
i saw far too clearly
what i had neglected
and the cracks
in sincerity
and i bound
my heart
and ribs
and tongue
in a tight pair of pantyhose
but it stopped my breath
and made me ache
in a way
i never knew
was possible
when i
got my breath back
i cried
with the realization
that
i should have never
started again
if i wanted
to be perfect
so i stepped
on the wildflowers
of renewal,
buttoned up my collar,
and slept in the rain
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
the transparency of
running water
over stone
is too much
for me to bear
i dropped my identity
into the water
and let it become
a stone
and as the mud
and ash and dirt
washed away
i saw far too clearly
what i had neglected
and the cracks
in sincerity
and i bound
my heart
and ribs
and tongue
in a tight pair of pantyhose
but it stopped my breath
and made me ache
in a way
i never knew
was possible
when i
got my breath back
i cried
with the realization
that
i should have never
started again
if i wanted
to be perfect
so i stepped
on the wildflowers
of renewal,
buttoned up my collar,
and slept in the rain
~i'm ready for the rain
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