Albatross

Albatross

By

Lisa A.Williams

What lies beneath

deserves stone unturned-

Suffocating in thick-skinned

denial.

 Mining hurt-

 Albatrosses

from my own quarry-

  So tender

from their

 weighty bruising, I unwrap

the old, left behind things,

feel their hard edges, no longer afraid

of bleeding,

 no longer looking for a savior,

                                                            I can stop crucifying myself.