Friday, December 9, 2022


Weird how they say—
it's not until 
your soul is full 

that it's finally light 
enough to fly 

and dance away
all the torment 
and dolor 

which you have amassed
in this
infamous life, 

often at the whim or 
of others—only 

this time, 
when it dances, it 
dances alone, 

because it's been 
blamed for so long, it's no 
longer ashamed, 

and it's finally 
racked up enough practice 
and poise 

that it isn't afraid 
to improvise.