Wednesday, August 1, 2012


Why am I running?
There is no turning to a place I don’t belong.
How do I escape?
When does it stop?

Why is it so stunning?
I know I am just following along.
I can be reshaped.
But first, I must drop.

I am just now learning.
This is my new song.
Across my heart, it is draped.
I don’t have to come out on top.

I am coming undone.

I am being restrung.

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