Perhaps I was not as lost as I thought
Perhaps I only needed to find
That small still part of me that shined
And fill it with the Violet Breath
Hold it aloft, alighted, and enlightened
Lantern that it was
And set it free
Perhaps I should not have celebrated my darkness
My fears and my self-loathing
All the parts of me that rang out
Like a warped hollow bowl
Whenever struck or knocked down
Clanging with lack and need
Perhaps all along I was found
Somewhere deep down
In that sweet cacophony of regret
Lay a worm, a tiny green worm
Bound in a silken straight jacket
Writhing and working
On wings that would fly
