Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Nine of Light

Often the moment of enlightenment
Calls out the absurdity of my plight:
I drag around the bandages of old
Wounds as if they are important and
It finally occurs to me that I have been
Surely burned but my true burden is
Burnout from the discussion of what
Was and now is the moment of aha
When I step forward and admit that
The scars are merely decoration that
I earned in battles' story and now, here
There's a chance to be free of all of that.
Will I stop hiding the dimples and silver
And shine in my own gorgeous light?

copyright (c) 2011 Amanda Morris Johnson

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