Dying In Between It

by on May 26, 2014 :: 0 comments

As I strip through the shit
the tears and the years
I find my strength once more.
With guilt in one hand
and innocence in my clenched right
I face the new day, ready.
This is more than survival,
This has a purpose out-seeding my eyesight.
I wobble back onto my defiance,
and step forward, armed,
gentle flowers will have to wait.

© 2012

editors note:

It’s a balancing act, indeed; to find the way between fury and flower… – mh

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