Dignity

Oh how I love her

TheFeatheredSleep

Turn out the light

No scrutiny tonight.

Her kind voice washing over radio waves

Through pipes behind patchwork facades

Bring the murmur of comfort … baby

Far from judgement

Where you’re safe from that brand of cursive

And the tangle of lamenting souls

Each seeking to imprint their own

Moment of impotent glory.

Move over, it’s getting too crowded

We may be losing our sight

But heels sound their static curiosity

Whether we look or not.

The music of what is not prescribed

Can be a tonic …

Free to sling and fling, ferris of hurt

That word they used … did not describe you

And you must be strong if, you’re still standing

If it didn’t tear you apart.

Delusion survives the harshest words

But not when there’s no one left to pick you up.

You learn to survive even,

As everything turns and diminishes

Lean on the mercury…

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