~Upon the Bones~

i walked upon the remnants of memories
carelessly strewn about.

ugly yet rare little
bits of truth
popping up
here and there...

gems i stow away to examine at another time,
when i'm ready to accept what they represent.

i walk upon the bones of my life
breaking them open with each step.
brittle things that they are but
they are of me,
i claim them,
although they came
from deep within the closet...

they spill out, 

assaulting my life with long forgotten long-forgottens
and i stoop, 

scooping them to my breast for they are mine, 

beautiful yet broken.

my bones,
battered,
brittle,
bruised...

yet, beautiful.