The Blood & The Bones

then March brought sun on days

when rain still drowned the depths of me

damp and mostly defeated

I straightened my back and found a place

in its rays

you could see so clearly

like glitter on the pavement

all the places life had pierced through me

I was paper thin, perforated and weary

but still I stood against the end of winter’s wind

and held fast with hope for spring’s awakening

the blood

& the bones