until my fingers bled.
I pushed the forgotten one
out of my bed.
I made peace
with pieces of my self.
I hung my hat
on the shelf.
I put my eggs
in one basket.
I inquired my life,
but forgot to ask it.
I did comedy
for two people.
I built a church
without a steeple.
I took out the trash,
and skinned my knee.
I bashed in the pit,
and lost the ability to see.
Whatever my reason,
whatever my place.
I will accept the fall,
and leave a trace.