Apr 07, 2013 11:16
diagonal footsteps,
bumping into silent reproach
the weather hurts feet
& the head is pounding
with unexpressed need--
don't be scared to trip
& fall--
it happens. it happens
often.
& i learn a new rhythm,
a pattern
that is easier to process,
cut myself once & pain
lessens with each nick,
or memory of pain dilutes
until it is water down
a storm
poetry
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