| for a long time i was tired
and grudging.
it's hard to forget pain
inflicted--
the startling loss of breath
when reality unveils
a friend turned foe.
these things happen
though other times not.
at all
recovery interests
me
and those around
who want to see life
in me
.you
do?
even feathers
may break my unsuspecting bones. |
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| sometimes i wonder
if i am ever really living
outside myself.
if i am ever as unselfish
as i think
as martyr-like
as giving
(i'm a tragedy, you know.)
at least, i should be.
but somehow
i'm still on the playground
alone
and somehow i know
i am not really what i think
and i am dying
here
a different kind of death.
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i suppose my defenses will wear down eventually.
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| startling-
the softly spoken words
shunned my despairing.
so unsuspecting
so unprepared.
i hammered at my hope
for days
moments
years
beating at my fears (with heavy blows)
only to be dismayed
by
the fulfillment of hopes
and the attainment of wishes.
now my cup is brimming.
overflowing. full.
i had no need to fear
but i'm so accustomed to its need.
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| i want to live!
i want to catch rainbows to hold fire to be loved to dream to name
babies to appease the unjusticed to lift hunger to make love to dance
every day to burn candles in vigil to be starved for a miracle to see
god to make beauty and music to give gifts to be cherished to see the
world to know intimately my god my world myself my loved ones to ride
horses and play piano to garden to swim the oceans to shoot moonbeams
to fly to see death be beautiful and not angry to scream happily from
treetops to throw leaves eat corn on the cob and watch fireworks with
scared puppies to cry to hug to laugh
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