TO BUILD A MONUMENT
me beneath their words, forced me out of my
orbit to fly under the radar and made it clear
that i had nothing to offer.
and although my spirit broke
when death simultaneously broke into my heart and stole,
i spent long years laughing hard
to keep the tears away and i came to be
known by my smile and not my frown.
although my heart was dislocated
and i sat there biting my nails for nothing,
i chose to grow for the same reason that a wild flower does –
because it is alive.
in my art’s luster i watched my eyes change,
and i watched my fears die a natural death.
the universe turned,
and fanned a glow that fired me into air when
my soul, mind and universe agreed that for
i have thus far acted out my life in stages, so shall i act out my life on stages.
that for as long as i have my soul in mind,
acting will be my canvas to chalk with colorful joys
and familiar pains, both with the audacity of a passion that kills;
both with a timeless finesse.
married i remain to the art that speaks my truth and fragments,
performance that towers high like a monument untouchable.