Fallen
I hoped to reach for the stars and clutch them to my chest.
I think I fell a little short coming up with only a handful of dirt
then smearing that tuft of sod across my breast.
I ripped my shirt,
showing my anger and fright,
blazing outside the hurt.
I learned to dance that night
felt the rhythm of the world pumping in my mind,
keeping free of fear and self-slight.
I have taken the newness as a sign
don't need to feel like someone's deduction.
I can pull loose from the broken shells and brine.
I salved my shadow and blackness from corruption,
pumping the night back into myself,
hope to keep them safe within me, free from molestation.
