2011-12-30T22:21:57-05:00December 30th, 2011|Musings on life|


You imagine it will dismantle you
to shed the rage

as though it is the supporting beam
the fuel
the thing that pushes back
against the sorrow

but it is not an ally
it is a sack of rocks
you wear as a coat
making you grey
and small

you don’t have to do it publicly
at first

test it on a tree
write it down
say it out loud
under water

but don’t let your hands drag the memories
into another year
like a corpse
you won’t bury

unfurl those fingers
you will see that the pain will not drown you
with your hands empty
you will float.

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