Let It Fall

bare

Lay them down, let them slip

From bone-white anxious fingertips –

These pseudo-hues, these not-true-yous,

The ways in which you daily choose

To dress your soul in binary,

Faux your skin in finery;

When fiction’s tarnish falls away,

When forgery is let decay,

Your backbone rises plumb-line strong,

Authentic in its truest song.

So let it fall, remove that shell –

You’re beautiful au naturel.

 

 

 

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Just Breathe

fuzzyweed.jpg

Air so cold

it chatters

terrified

in pale lungs

sinks Arctic

anchors deep,

permafrost

of the soul,

robs senses

of the choice

to exhale –

prayer bursts its

irons, breath

warmed by hope,

cold’s power

vaporized.