[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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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