Stained Monochrome Wings

The Struggle to Improve

05-05-13

Crosses on my wrists

like the crosses on my lingerie;

I think: why did life have to play out this way?

Erase the complaints and see light,

you telling me we don't gotta fight.

We may not have our way

but you put it in perspective,

and tell me I have to live.

If bringing boys into my bedroom is a fine

then we'd be doing hard jail time.

Reprimand me

so I may learn my person

and improve instead of worsen.

Two damaged souls

recovering, burning the coals,

continuing daily life

and cultivating our cores

beginning from the roots to our pores.