Scrabble

Another piece, more recent. I'm rereading stuff in order to get inspired. It's time to start writing again and I cannot even begin to tell you how happy that makes me.

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Scrabble
October 28, 2007

The sun shines, the moon lights
Night and day take turns
Like they are playing Scrabble
Spelling out L-I-F-E
Trailing letters, each burns
To leave an impression on me.
And they do. What does not?
I am impressed, impressionable.
I never left that state, pliable
Remaining. There is a child
Within, around, in
Dwelling. Where is a blot
Remover when I need it?
Everyone gets one chance
One life to live, one dance
And who ever gets it right?
I certainly have not, am not
That person who never has dirt
Under her fingernails or hurt
In her heart. Understand this:
Anyone who claims entirety
Lives not in reality but insecurity.
Smudgeless mascara and color
Coordinating shoes:
Remind me not to lose
Respect when I am in lack--
I am completely incomplete,
But only by choice.
I have been shattered
In the places it really matters
Rationale crumbles, ordinary falls
In love with extraordinary, all
For the sake of a longing,
A sense of belonging
In the back-and-forth sway
That brings on the day:
A yes, a dare, a dance
To which I, the willing victim of romance,
Assented.