Unknown

 

No more being stuck in the muck,

even if it rhymes.

 

It does not feel good to give-up,

by choice or design.

 

I am here—

 

And jumping into the sun!

 

The golden waves of reprieve…

 

No prisons from guilt or survival:

 

…Belief in other people’s stories,

of fear and punishment.

 

That deafening silent response,

I cloaked myself in.

 

Let the scars be proud!

 

They are beautiful mirrors into the soul.

 

Smile courage.

 

You sturdy heartbeat:

 

A trail from the past-

Guide to the future-

 

When the tears fall,

and they will…

 

Remind me to rejoice in the knowledge:

I’ve swam through their weight before

triumphant!

 

There is no refuge from life,

only camouflage:

 

Pastels,

Sweet lollipops,

And a belly filled with grief and joy.

 

©2014 Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte – Copyright All Rights Reserved

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