this day

I stand here with myself
in this one drop
of silence distilled,
and a truth that I've lived
through all the imperfections,
through the stray wildness,
the incessant pull and grip
of thoughts on their way,
and the darkest secrets
revealed at the cusp
of what is
and what could be,
always taking me
to those beautiful places
inside these skins
torn and bruised
and glowing,
as the truth of it all
breaks through these clouds,
touched with the pink
of this day of my life,
waiting to be lived.