when I sit here
my keyboard under shaking hands
I have freedom
free to write about anything or nothing
to disclose if I wish
or to cover pain with humor
my hands are free
but my mind is not
cornered in a space of my own creation
caged behind bars that I forged over the years
I made my world
now I live in it.
I will not die from this
nor lose my sense of self
but pain is real
and the salve is not at hand
to cool the burn of the lash
I have hit myself again and again
and then when I stop I think I will feel better
I am empty, alone and afraid
This too is good
all the loss makes me realize what good I had
what blessings
what comfort
now to find a place of solace, peace, energy
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4 comments:
David, you should submit this to the poet's workshop I belong to...it's beautiful.
About the book you recommended on my site...I read that years ago and reviewed on my blog, it's way at the bottom. It's a great book.
I do like your birthday hat. Smashing, dahhhhling.
Praying for you, as always.
I wish you the best..Keep your memories close to your heart. You are a wonderful writer...Thank you so much for the kind words. Kindly, Tiffany
Awe..no post today? 08-09-2005
sniff sniff..:(
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