[for Once My Lips]

for once my lips began to move I was unwilling to stop the pounding of fierce flesh. the battle, shoulders crossed- lost allies- rages into the dusk of night. simple says those of fortune, who run their lives fearing the invisible wrath of regret. the double-edged sword forced into enemy and friend while slashing through my being. I do not ask forgiveness. the deeds once dripped off my tongue have fallen on bare feet. I do not wait for the scars to be removed. all I ask is for them to be seen, with fresh eyes. I ask for understanding; that there may be scars painted upon skin, upon bone, but they are old and healed. on this day of at-one-ment why must the search for an outside aide be taken. I make this journey alone, navigated by scarred flesh and glazed eyes. it is never over- curious night. long stretch of road. accept the words flowing from my beating heart. my shoulders have calmed for the night. and so shall I, without regret.