Nitty-Gritty

When fear is bones

between the teeth

I learn who to face unfrowned.

The sisters I talk to are

Mirrors to my meaning

When I find myself

In the miry clay,

When I dig

into my dark places,

Between the Light bulbs

And sparkling epiphanies,

Every evening fear

Goes extinct as they up root me.         they out me

And expose me to sunshine

Because the mirrors to my meaning silently speak to these

Dried bones

At a glance,

Lifting sinew from grit and sand.

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