Like an artery, clogged.
Lots and lots of words lately,
floods of them,
but none captured here.
They're pooling
behind a screen -
perhaps imposed,
perhaps false
or self-inflicted.
Others try to blind me,
rewrite my values,
my future, my past,
and I will not let them.
I teeter between worlds
refusing to go too fast -
I've seen what happens then,
the people who've gotten lost,
thrown their lives away,
sacrificed everything that matters.
Note to self:
Hold fast, you'll find your place,
your purpose, your peace.
Posted by Amanda at November 01, 2003 10:24 PM
