Sunday, September 13, 2009

Poetry
is
therapy.

Started writing
as a child
too young to
vocalize
why.

Still don't know why,

just felt the needless push
of words
cramming out of me
had to
pour them
with the rest of that
silence.

Everything
in this life
is set up
to teach us
how to
love.
If we
could
just
conform to it,
live by all of
the cliches:
in the moment,
holding everything
for all its worth
then feeling free
to let it go,
knowing one has
never taken
anything
for granted;
acceptance is easy
with no guilt.
We would be
happy.
We would die
smiling.

No comments: