I find myself
my hands inside my pockets
star-gazing at the horizon
holding my breath.
throw my head back, laughing
how can I find myself
here
if anywhere at all?
big breath in
small step out
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
21days of sorrow 21 days of light
fifteen years of looking for the Right One
thirteen weeks of fleeing in the bright sun
slash it open
feel inside
take my scars and
try for size
wait for the morning
cry for the night
toe-tapping
nail-biting
my eternal dilemma: fight vs. flight.
thirteen weeks of fleeing in the bright sun
slash it open
feel inside
take my scars and
try for size
wait for the morning
cry for the night
toe-tapping
nail-biting
my eternal dilemma: fight vs. flight.
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