Sunday, November 10, 2013


I wear the garments of past transgressions
over wounds that festered
but still somehow healed,
covering recent scabs and scratches,
battle-scars that I no longer wear proudly.

I wear the garments proudly.

Reminding me that love permeates even madness,
that even the oozing of raged-filled thoughts
can be halted,
that disparate parts of oneself can be galvanized,
inspired to converse, to coalesce,

that even in what appears as utter chaos
one can chart a course,
non-linear, unpredictable,
but a course nonetheless,

that the destination of the present moment
can be found even in a mind distended
across generations.

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