RELEASING MY DARK BEAUTY (FLAWS) IN DEATH

Staying grounded in Being
my Flaws are flowers pinned to the costume.
As I shed the things and rise to the light
they lay strewn about the path dark room.

Some flowers shine dark beauty,
misunderstood for a lifetime,
things pinned to me by loved ones only seeking
to help me in a way I never knew.

It all goes, including the unlived lives
that were loved in secret rooms only.
The rebirth due to suffering too much,
and we become sky dancers.

The garden of moss clinging to air,
rhizoids fluttering like hair.

3/6/23