Unraveling To Ash and Soul

Begin by stripping my skin to the bone Misfortune is baked in layers Mania in DNA is more than kin I trust nurture entwined with nature Tattered veils obscure perspective's light Shameful gauzes are undressed Ran madly half-bare to sis's arms Suicidal wolf cries no longer tempt me Re-parenting without weed strips me No more wine ushering the beast Make abstinence my embalmer Repatriate this childish soul to the slab But, bare days are still in need of veils Nicotine measures hours hemmed Buried childhood squirms for treason I have yet to abandon painful threads Terrors of walking nude will be learned No parents to steady with hands This old man-child still wants claps The past waits for touch inside the tomb Miles of selfish ribbons unwind clinging Stand half mummified yet alive Walk roads of perils on bare feet My uncloaked condition accepts it's terminal Life without bandaids is one beginning My mania unwinds what's hidden I'll rise from the crypt together Till ash revealed is cleaved from soul John 19:41 At the place where Jesus was crucified, there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb, in which no one had ever been laid.