41, and my life
Has been out of sight
Gathering up the memories
Tidbits of trivia, i have collected
On the bottom of ticket stubs and receipts
Chasing after sentences, thoughts
And I remember, I remember
My teen years
Uncomfortable in my skin
Speckled in black, daydreams
And language of sad poems,
Caustic ghosts, my home life
Built on inadequacy, and the frame of my body
Wanted to burn away, escape in puffs of ash, smoke
Until I was out of sight
And I remember, I remember
My twenties
Nervous, shaking these hands
And my voice, gathered in words
Dripping, running down my arms
A pack of wolves, howling and snapping
Scars collected on my soul from wildfires of youth
Self destruction croons a soft lullaby
And I recall each of their names
As they whisper softly out of sight
And I remember, I remember
My thirties
Exploding into neon lights
Found myself tucked within shadows and loud music
And in the daylight, my son
Held my hand, and all the roles
Clattered against my hip, loose keys
To parts of me, locked doors
Opening them one by one
And finding all of me
I had hidden out of sight
And I remember, I remember
All of my life, 41 years
Preparing to toast
Another year
Out of sight
Poetic Trials 