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Archive for February 4th, 2011

Wanting to Believe

He says, you’re not weak.
I sit, slightly shaking,
looking into his eyes,
trying to trust his truth,
like imagining traveling to a star
300 million light years away.

Through a massive burst of tears, trembling,
I tell him, you don’t see what’s inside.
Each day, I’m not sure I will make it.
That is weak.
He asks, you’re here, aren’t you?
I try to smile.
Maybe I was strong today.

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River Stop Triptych – Exercise 3RB

I     Shrink Me

Did you ever want to be a happy bubble,
molecules without choice?
I glide past the chance of happiness,
prevail upon the clearest water,
bitty bubbles frothing slightly white,
and I can never stop the river.
I cry.
I run in fear,
in front of it.
When I run, I die.
Her mien and my apprehensions
make me dissemble.
Shrink me, propel me down the river.

II     River Stop

My creator does not stop my river.
Always fear when there should not be,
but a silent, still me, a happy bubble,
perfect and permanently at peace.
I know she loves me,
I need to be behind the engine,
the restaurant car, bypassing the ‘magic’ of liquor.
but if we have a happy moment,
stop the river,
not like ice.

III     Leaping in Happy Bubbles

And I can never stop the river.
I cry.
I glide, passing by happiness,
Did you ever want to be a happy bubble?
Perfect and permanently at peace,
molecules without choice.
Shrink me, propel me down the river,
bitty bubbles frothing slightly white.
Prevail upon the clearest water.
In front.
When I run, I die.
Always fear when there should not be.
She is a driver and I need to leap in.
She informs me and sometimes she manifests it,
makes me dissemble, but I know she loves me.
Her mien and my apprehensions,
and I can never stop the river.
I cry.

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