I dawn with laughter
Flying feet dancing on the sunlit dust
Inhaling the dirt, the familiarity
And I sing to empty dressers and patched, unpainted walls
My skirts swirling, dust whitening my hem
For joy delights the soul and medicines the heart
While my spirit flies beyond the clouds and into worlds
Where nothing bites and no one dies unless I will it
And laughing, I create beauty.
The dark, the hate, the sourness.
Disease and chores and Life According to Jean-Luc
Where nothing works despite my efforts.
The dust settles, skies darken, chill sets.
I smile regardless
The candle within me refuses to be silenced.
M. J. Piazza is a Jesus-loving, dog-walking country girl who just so happens to write books.