Integration

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.