"A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song." -Maya Angelou

Wednesday, November 11, 2009


My poison courses all around,
Spreading warmly through my veins,
Tracing its terror from my heart
And slowly back again.

No more will I infect you all,
Those who care and watch over me.
Instead I will hide it deep and away,
Protect you from the toxic sea.

They carry the precious antidote
In the palms of their tiny open hands,
Needing, wanting me to have it,
Kindly and freely offering and—

I stretch so long and far with all
The strength that I possess
I—reach, sometimes even catch it,
Salvation from the constant unrest.

But this is only for a moment
For all alone again, consumed
I wade in dark and murky waters
The bulk of my life in an empty room.

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