Calling out from beneath the suffocating weight of your darkness ...
Overcome with confusion, angst and impatience ...
Wondering how one's heart may pump as marble ...
Asking for forgiveness though there's nothing to forgive ...
Reading into bruised and tattered tea leaves worn by acidic speech...
Daring to gaze forward and up from the abyss ...
Strength is found by those who won't lie down ...
those who kick and scream as I ...
who may one day surface whole ... I pray.
Monday, December 6, 2010
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