You know which path,
You know what Y means,
Go it boldly or don’t go,
Eyes open, head high,
Listening, yes distracted, by the soundtrack-the one that plays in your head,
If you’d Knelt down and whispered in your ear,
yes, you’re own ear,
And once again a little louder,
-you’d have said, “you know better”
Standing next to the Speaker, wearing that hat, having that drink,
A sweaty mosh pit reminded you…..
“You are alive.”
I tell him “Son, ear plugs are cool,”
but don’t stand by the speakers, never;
Knowing his brain cannot jump forward in time.
Mesmerized by the drums, pulsing to a whining guitar,
Always Feeling so much more than the auditory nerves can soak up…..
Angry vocals, raw but playful,
Coming together like sugar and cream;
Nothing store bought could compare…….
honesty is meeting a stranger’s gaze,
Courage is not staving off the awkward moment
but relishing it’s teachings.
Beauty is scraping your broken self from the rubber of your shoe,
Feeling defeated but smarter.
Why did I once wince at the imperfections?
…the humiliation, unrelenting palpitations of hurt,
Handcuffs, eyes swollen from tears, defeat.
Embrace it like you did when you saw your first drag queen,
It’s heart is beating, it is truth and it ain’t going anywhere without you.