For once there was a secret, which lived beneath my skin
A darkening experiment in select season drawn in
It often passed my notice in slight footsteps of hue
Yet now the one beam reveals just where the patches grew
The light eclipses dark, winter’s silent night of vitiligo
Still revealed in the spring is the insatiable appetite of the Wendigo
Friends and family speak song of fantasy when they say they do not its presence
But in the simplicity of this lie, invisibility fuels the fire of resent
Bit by bit like serpentine brethren shed my skin and youthful glow
While today’s children point and gawk at the limits of what they know
Even now when the sky opens and tongues of fire lap my skin
I cannot separate myself from the pain that comes from within
Fore I know not where I am going, only from where I learned was home
The boy who fell in love with the summer sun, is the man who cannot roam
Categories: Kyle Richtig Journal, Poetry
