Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

August 14, 2009

Stoicism is a prison

Though I break out

Though I break down

Through the pull of a merciful act

Then I’m old and too weak to hold back

 

 

I can imagine a troubled

Panicicked angel tangled double;

One cat caught in a grate

A girl unfair in a wheelchair

Nears and dares her balance, her endurance, her tolerance

Strains all of her weight

Shows the pain that she’s used to on her face

 

Then relief, and they’re both free

She and the cat both refuse to

Cry more,

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