Oct
20
2015
mirror {redux}
yesterday i read old poems
and laughed at myself
all that anger
leather
tethered
to skinny arms and broken heart
made up armor for mixed up girl
tough skin to hide behind
all painted red and pretty
somewhere along the line
i let it go
all of it
released it into air
that cradled and promised
watched it float away
waved goodbye
shed no tear
now, now
i sit in this same old kitchen
hard chair
curved back
worn slightly by years
of useful
use
i know the scars and scratches
that run beneath my fingers
each one could have been a sentence
or at least
a perfect word
etched along the surface
of sanity
marking time
yesterday i read old poems
and laughed at myself
.
