We are survivors, dangling on the edge
Of surrender and rejection, of love
And the hollow it fills, of strength, weakness,
And the forbidden rewards of freedom.
We were revealed in flashes of beauty,
Exposed in the act of trying to hide
Secrets we had cherished in darkened rooms,
Hidden in the brightest lights, behind smiles.
We know now that the meaning of our lives
Will not be released through ceremony
But in the imperfect marks we have left
On our bodies, burning deliciously,
Bringing light to the shadows, giving life
To the fantasy we need to survive.
© 2011 Robert Morrow