Life reborn

To dream this dream
I had to be willing
to zipper open my skin
reach in and pluck out
truths that hurt.

some of them had barbs
that tore my flesh
as I pulled them free

others came
with a sigh
of relief
and joy.

Some were not sure they were welcome
in the cool damp air
of the moons silent comfort

Some were angry
not liking change
and movement.

Some were quite happy to come
so long as they knew I was
working on something

gently I regarded each one
with honor
for even painful truths
have merit.

Some I set free
to become something else

Some I gently chided
and taught a better way
these truth I had to be stern with

for I needed them still
but wanted them to know
they were not going
to get away with old ways
any longer.

Some I examined for flaws
and found none.

These I kissed,
and placed gently back
inside my heart
with reverence
and joy.

I keep reaching in
and finding more
that I had not seen
in years.

All come forth
and I learn
that each one
brings me closer
to the music
I hear
when I pause
in my labors.

the drumbeat
of a life

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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