Mannequin
By bedazzled •
I wonder where
I find the steel
that aligns itself
along my spine.
This ability
to stand,
to walk,
to carry on.
To live.
A mannequin
disguise
perhaps.
For in those moments
of fragile collapse,
where the outlines
are just cobweb strands
it seems impossible
and I lie in awe
of my tendency to
endure.
To stand,
to walk,
to carry on.
I must collect
these particles
of strength
from somewhere
in oblivion
for I do not
produce such things
in the emptiness of
myself.