Bone Deep
My dear
something happened that floored you,
left you shattered into a thousand tiny pieces
around your aching bones
grown weary
from dancing around the truth.
Whirling stripping break
dancing until
you couldn’t see truth anymore.
Muscles skin cells becoming
something else
better evolved to survive this.
Thoughts rearranging themselves
From that’s bad
to I’m bad,
so it’s okay.
I’m just bad
So it’s okay
I’m just bad
So it’s okay
That badness you can handle,
though repent apology punishment.
You can be less bad
or you can at least just go away.
But the wrongness of that story
howls at you from your bones
until something floors you.
Suddenly there is nothing
but the aching howl
of what your bones know.
That someone took something from you
that was never theirs to take.
That you needed them
or at least you thought you needed them.
That you loved them
or at least you thought you loved them.
Something happened to you.
You are not bad.
You don’t need to dance so hard
or so fast.
Things look different from the floor.
The first floor.
The first story
you tumbled down to when
all the other stories crumbled.
Read the first story.
The one where
you are not bad,
you only came to believe you are bad
because something bad happened to you.
Then read the prequel.
The old one with pages yellowed and brittle
called You.
It’s set in the trees or the ocean or the mountaintop.
There’s a different kind of dance or music or art.
The faded words will show themselves to you
with patience trust time
if you just keep reading
Spoiler alert:
My dear
you are
and have always been
a delight.