Tuesday, June 09, 2009
 | I want tears to stream down. To feel a release of tensions. The source I care little at all. Mobs of emotions swirling. To know its not all a dream. Confirmation of where I am. Circles on the track of my own. A proud statement my way. Look at me the crying fool. My lips furled in letting go. A draw in of breath lungful. The wicked walk away slow. Turning to see if I go weak. Strong held to my wood post. Hands grab for the storms. My letting go is only pieces. But all an attempt to clear. Hard to see through water. Lucky you can’t drowned. |
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