“People who wade into discomfort and vulnerability and tell the truth about their stories are the real badasses.”
– Brené Brown, Rising Strong
Hidden in the closet
skeletons do a scary dance
when the door
is kept locked
Skeletons thrive
in darkness sucking
the soul like hungry
vampires in the night
Open the inner door
bathe the skeletons in light
and watch them collapse
into a heap of bones
Dig a hole but first
hold the bones close
until their lessons leach
into your DNA
Those old bones hold
the secret of who you were
and can unearth
all you’re meant to be
Stomp on that hole
filled with the discarded bones
stomp until the pounding becomes a dance that sets you free
