Patchwork

The thoughts you can’t admit

Not even to yourself

So you leave them on the shelf.

In the basement I sat

Watching grown men

Circling the den.

Fighting their conditioning

Laying souls bare

Making all aware.

Instead of resentment

So very feared

Found themselves endeared.

This quilt of souls laid bare

Patches of success

Patches of failure

Somehow keeps us warm.

– Vagabond Prophet