spore

Doused in uncertainty and set aflame
In questions. An unrealistic expectation danced
Upon the tip of my nose.
Gently I point myself asunder,
Grace my own presence; Belittle the mirror.
Bejewel the dust beneath my feet.
Scars litter the surface of my greatest
Living organ. Too many, too few.
The battle is side by side,
Fought alone.
I accidentally inhaled the clouds while glaring
At the sun.
Sometimes reticence can be more overt than intended.










-j.g.smith (05/24/07)