The Truth


I edit myself into new forms and frames


Until the room that contains me feels less suffocating

Walls melt

Bodies move

Under moonlight until

Unloved skin begins to feel alive.

I abandon all the hope that is left

because I know that this fire in my belly

This courage in my soul

Means more rage

More silence

Until my words care not for the truth you want to hear

But the truth I am finally ready for

I pray to the unadulterated joys that remain hidden

like a bumble bee searching for life

in the folds of a flower.

Jen Holden