Posted by ROO on July 30, 2003, at 9:36:39
I feel like there's this cavity in my chest (or is
it my heart?) where there are all these words...
But they've been so repressed, so neglected, so devalued,
and they are so tangled up and confused that I wouldn't
even know what to do with them if I released them from their
incarceration. I'm scared of them. Scared of their ugliness.
Scared of their hunger; their neediness. Scared they won't be
pretty. Scared they'll make me look dumb. Worst of all, scared
of their mediocrity. I'm so scared I can't even look at them.
They want to come out of their cage. They are restless, like
hyperactive puppies that need to run. I think they just want
love. They want me to take off their chains and just love them, hold
them, play with them.
Words,
like small birds
caught in my throatSomething with wings
something that sings
swings
like a monkey
from branch to branchMoths, dragonflies, butterflies
Truth and lies
they beat like small hearts,
trying to riseI've stayed in the cocoon too long
Trying hard not to be born
But it's wearing me out
and let's face it
I was meant for bigger things
to use my wings
to do's my thingA shinier life awaits me
a throbbing jungle of color
buzzing with insects, snakes
and monkeys.
poster:ROO
thread:246737
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