Misconstrued

... up.

I sleep inside my boneless hide.

I fake what I have felt.

My mouth is Jekyll, my mind is Hyde.

I jump from pelt to pelt.

I never gave it

chance to grow.

I cut with words misused.

The syllables have all been thrown,

The meanings all abused.

I lie to lie. A hide to hide

A place I called myself,

But if one's to place as if to lie

Then where might be one's self?

If you carry the carriage,

Or something or other,

Then are you the carriage, too?

For marriage is merry until they both bury

The barraged, tired truth:

We

all

fall

down

sometimes.

We

all

fall

down

differently

and

at

different

speeds,

But

we

always

land

in

the

end.

Always.

A merry marriage: A mirage?

Who is

to say?

All I know is that I don't know anything for certain.

All I know is that I have yet to take away much

And still be able to smile

When

I look...

-afm