Written on a dark COVID day. By Morgan Myers, LPC
Light and easy
Simple and fine
Come out with me
The glory is mine.
Even on a bad day
All the pain stings
Pressing heel to the ground
The lightness is brings.
What happened to the ache
that settled in there?
Landlocked and muddy
to birds of the air.
What seemed sown on
A ring in my skin
was marring my back
and tattooing in.
What do I carry?
I’ve lost count now.
Assuming it’s mine
I throw on the pile.
Hunching over
pulling apart
Ripping the seams
I get a new start.
Eyelids are lifting,
spine’s column can flex
Glorious light foot
A hopeful deep breath.
Darkness & Light 