For a Moment

I’m a little bit scared

You won’t like what you see.

Let’s cut me in half for a moment,

Shall we?

I have bones—

But more than a frame,

They outline the things that

Have helped me stay sane.

These bones,

O! These bones!

They’ve managed to make me

A woman, a shelter,

A trap, and a canyon.

These bones are a cage

And a lock and a key.

Stand alone, stand alone, stand alone

Free.

 O! So help me dear bones,

Help this soul to be saved!

Twist my arms down and then let me be brave!

Past the bones there are lungs,

Those sweet holders of air!

Take a breath and be smart,

Never let yourself change!

With the lungs there are veins!

O! Glorious veins.

Those maps of my fears cover every last

Inch

Of

Me.

But wait.

Don’t forget.

The heart.

Mine’s the one with the battered old engine—

A sick lass at best,

With no hope of rearrangement.

It still hops on,

Finding strength in the veins,

In the lungs,

In the bones.

In my words!

Well I’m okay,

And I know who I am.

But do you understand the great mess that I am?

They’re all just placeholders

For my hop along scars.

Life has always been hard

But I’ll keep seeing stars.

“As long as there are stars above me”.

Take my trap and my cave,

Take my hop along scars!

Take it all or I won’t know how to

Take all your smiles.

Here I am,

I won’t hide—

Here’s this sweet-tempered girl!

Just be kind,

and please know that

You might mean the world.