Skeletons

We all have skeletons
We throw them in the closet, or wear them on our face.
We hide and camouflage them in disgrace.
We deny they are there
But in the shadows, we despair.
How can you love a skeleton?

But me, I dance with my skeleton,
because it is a part of me.
It gives me a backbone, and plants a seed.
It gives me strength to build fences and tear down walls.
Because of my skeleton, I stand tall.
But, you know, you can’t see my skeleton.