| Life Lessons |
Today I looked at myself,
And I saw a woman looking back
Beneath the beginning wrinkles
Of my eyes, and my laugh lines.
It’s been over two years
Since I pried your ribcage
And drained your heart it’s right to me,
I changed my secret password,
I revoked your privilege to what I was.
A perfectly matched mess
Of jutting bones and idealism.
I was an apparatus, it’s mechanisms a mystery,
I came with an instruction manual,
the fine print postmarked ‘non-returnable.’
Defiant to break the boundaries of labeling,
I cut the bind that held you to me,
I tore you from my hip, the place you’d grown
Like a sore lump, you were malignant
And I took great pains to save myself.
If you saw me today you might say
I am older, more refined.
I have grown in the ways of my mistakes,
With each one I find a few more emblems of myself.
Appearing in Deeper Than Pink, Copyright © of Stacy Lynn Mar 2009
And I saw a woman looking back
Beneath the beginning wrinkles
Of my eyes, and my laugh lines.
It’s been over two years
Since I pried your ribcage
And drained your heart it’s right to me,
I changed my secret password,
I revoked your privilege to what I was.
A perfectly matched mess
Of jutting bones and idealism.
I was an apparatus, it’s mechanisms a mystery,
I came with an instruction manual,
the fine print postmarked ‘non-returnable.’
Defiant to break the boundaries of labeling,
I cut the bind that held you to me,
I tore you from my hip, the place you’d grown
Like a sore lump, you were malignant
And I took great pains to save myself.
If you saw me today you might say
I am older, more refined.
I have grown in the ways of my mistakes,
With each one I find a few more emblems of myself.
Appearing in Deeper Than Pink, Copyright © of Stacy Lynn Mar 2009
| ~A woman who writes feels too much, those trances and portents! As if cycles and children and islands weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips and vegetables were never enough. She thinks she can warn the stars. A writer is essentially a spy. Dear love, I am that girl.~ Anne Sexton |
| Stacy Lynn Mar |