Tuesday, September 6, 2005
Letting Go...
So many the times bathed In mourning, sorrow, I ached and ached. Held it tightly, Squeezed every bit of it Into my forceful grip. And of course I can’t move on! My fault, I shoved it deep, And swallowed it whole. Rather than regurgitate it, Spit it, And leave it Where it belongs. But no, I beckoned...
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