Baggage

The biggest flaw in my deck of cards is the hand that held on to the joker when the odds were never in my favor.

On this ride we call life, I have suffered the wounds of many in pursuit of being felt as I feel the lyrics.

The intial start of a melody is deceiving wait for the bones inbetween. The way the words cross the skies and thus cut the heart.

I always knew to start over when the roads no longer crossed bridges, when my eyes grew heavy and weary of begging for 20's from pennies.

Strength is both my lover and my enemy, waltzing the lines that tremble with every step.

Circumstance a constant reasoning to linger in the cigerette smoke sipping the inconsistencies like expensive whiskey.

I never learned to be bitter though it kissed my lips on dark nights whispered what I wanted to hear in the moment.

I am broken in pieces with parts strown together on roses, but I have my own thorns.

Insecurity cloaks itself on my mind often and effortlessly like a blanket that does little to warm the soul.

Questioning intuition with fits of a poisoned past that ripples in with the river.

Damage the baggage I threaten with my determination to keep my place at your table.

I never meant to compare the was to the now, but the mind is a barer of fugitives escaped from the bars and chains of forgetfullness.

The problematic glass in my step continuing to bleed on the better path.

Worth is a question when you are blind. Love can be so many lies or so many truths.

I am not whole...
But I know that all the pieces, every card in my deck, every word and every whisper beats the thoughts within my step.
That my heart beats to the melody that never rests...
Every word is you.
Every soul has a bed.