Saturday

Brail for you to read

You don’t have to try

To skinny yourself

Up or rather down to size

Making yourself invisible

To their eyes this time

I know you have past times

And I understand how they hurt

Never do you have

To feel that way again

Just for once Be right sized

But what does that mean Anyway

You don’t have to try

Any longer

Just have to fit those genes

You were born with A double helix you

Have to contend with

This time go for broke

Because in some ways You are broken

Heal up some

And let those cracks close of their Own accord

Making their healed ridges

Like some kind of wicked brail

Each line a story in suffering

And triumph laid out there

For all to feel

Get your hands in there

You don’t have to do it all alone

Just humble yourself a bit and ask, just ask

And you might just find that everyone

Has their own storied brail for you to read

Chris Mcqueeney    1/31/15    2:07 P.M.