Dancing Bones

The skeletons from my closet dance,

partnered by wise circumstance;

 

Rattling inside of me,

not hidden under lock and key

 

Sometimes disreputable bones

multiply and make shameful clones,

 

While the grapevine is less likely to care

about skeletons you’re willing to share

 

They cannot cast rumor stones

at out-in-the-open bones

 

The scandals they themselves hide,

keep guilt and anguish inside

 

So I lead with a graceful stance

And allow my skeletons to dance

 

 

Author's Note

Still hashing this one out...

Reviews

[rhythm&blues]

Very intriguing, for the most part I like to let the past lie in the past, and move whenever possible.

[Rita L. Sev]

I agree with putting the past in it's proper place, but I have seen much trouble come from denying it altogether. Thank you for your thoughts on this, R&B.

[rhythm&blues]

You can't deny it, but there has to be a happy medium between there somewhere I think, you're welcome.