Monday, May 28, 2007

An Offering

Left and weathered -
My past.
Beyond now, it's heavenly.
Why I always have to know,
I don't know.
The instrument within me -
I pick at its strings
And sing.

Bruised and abandoned -
My past.
This is my place now.
For I rise into the light,
So light.
It's clear to say I defy...
No one of mine
Nor lie.


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