Month: November 2012

I didn’t realize the candle
to refrain from hiding
was my own,
not some super–candle I would one day
acquire or already had that was better than
my real one.

I didn’t realize the money
to refrain from burying
was my pocket change:
all that I had in the world.

I didn’t realize the virgins
weren’t particularly chaste,
but just so young they might not trust
their own wicks.

I kiss the light, bathed in love.

I am exhausted and defeated,
 unable to deny my tragedies
  were my own concoction;
it was me who held my nose
 as I imbibed its bitterness.

Faith stands, still unblemished,
 present to life, vulnerable to wholesomeness,
 permissive of its good nature.

She smiles as I let go of fear
 to hold the hand that was always there.