PLUM PITS

like the lies

of thieves

we carry them

inside, they are

the stories

we tell

that free us

from our 

darkest dungeons

they are the seeds

to a justice

we deserve

that we must

steal back

like a birthright

from those 

who stole it

from us

when we let

our guard down

when our trust

was as pure and fresh

as herbs on sale 

in an open market

*based on the traditional Asian folktale, The Old Thief