Charms of the Flesh
They
hang from
my neck
like reminders
of innocence
lost, never-had, regained;
a life once-fully-immersed inside
gems of blind degredation...
and wonder now consumes me.
A subtle patience fills me:
one born and brewed long ago-
detracted and derailed
in a countless measure...
but it now fills me.
All has been tested.
All has been tried
but love unwavering-
both staid and unconditional...
and though the gems remain,
they serve as a greater reminder:
I was never what I had become.
And now,
I let that suffer and fade.
And I can live above
the charms-
for I have been
Remade.
Jfw
2018-10-12 04:11:09
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