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Friday, September 23, 2011

{ it could be }


it could be me, you never know,
the long hair in the corner with
intimidating shoulders --- don't
be afraid, don't let me away, i
behave a certain way but it re-
quires interpretation. i'm sorry,
this won't be entirely easy. it
never has been, never will be.

it could be me, you realize,
the armored heart across the room
wrapped in metal and crenellations.
don't be daunted, don't fail
to charge, i'm strategic but
domestically inclined. i'm sorry, but
you might get hurt, we both
might, here, together.

it could be me, you've come to know,
the shadow of doubt on the floor of your mind.
i am never the same but i always stay ---
your belief for my faith. we'll trade.
don't get too comfortable, don't run away,
i'm looking right at you, but i forgive. and
forgive. i won't apologize anymore, i'm
all yours, for the rest of life's bright days.

{ s.r. }

2 comments:

The Noisy Plume said...

Crenellations?
Good God of the heavens above!
The world best pray this living and quaking fire in you never goes out. You have too much to offer all of us.
Love the power in you -- that fragile, beaming, glittering power. So much.
Burn bright.
Burn bright.

resolute twig said...

This is beautiful, and I so love that you posted it.
One day bravery will be rewarded.
xo