Skeleton Spelunking
I dove right in. I stopped drowning. Drowning?
In my own self-
Hate
Pity
Disgust
Without any sense of self-
Esteem
Confidence
Love
Love.
I found my self-
And love
But it wasn't easy.
I reached deep inside my skeleton
The one that ached
And starved
And cried invisible tears
For years.
It took me years
To find those tiny, stubborn
Muscles
Draped over my skull
The real ones-
Not the acting ones
The ones to make my whole self:
Smile.
I dove right in
To find myself.