Of Love and Screaming on My Birthday Options

[+Steven Curtis Lance]

Of Love and Screaming on My Birthday

I remember screaming
On my fifty-seventh birthday
In December seeming
Like it did not matter then (but
Did): I hid myself in alcohol
All day and in the morning when what
Came came without warning all
It was was me again as I recall
Nor can I blame what came for being me

(I remember dreaming
Of love coming true someday)

But I remember screaming above
All as emblematic
Satisfyingly dramatic
Daresay anyway today
To say I survived my birthday
Like the fifty-six before
Like a displaced person after the war
Within my members embers of
Survival my arrival
After all alive to live by love
Or by the hope of some

Of love that went of love to come
Of love that was because of love to be
Of love that is now even though
I know not love knows even so (I see)

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMXII