' ' ' ' Undressing Myself(For Helen)

I wore a frown & a too tight fitted garment made from the finest fear. So tight I couldn’t catch my breath. Worry wasn’t my colour (it never did suit me) . Now it seemed I dressed in nothing else. And black apparently is the new black. Even my footsteps were scared of themselves. Each footfall pinched two sizes too small. My soul bled leaving behind a bloody footprint a trail of my despair. “It’s like I’m like The Little Mermaid! ” I thought to myself. But my self wasn’t listening wrapped up in a scowl. I howled but then suffering was never my style. And with a smile I stripped off. Took everything off my mind. My naked mind left fear & worry in a discarded pile My naked soul running bare assed diving into a sea of happiness wearing nothing but a smile my heart smiling nudely at smiling fishes flowers of coral.