Saturday, October 25, 2014
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words I am thankful for
Bound
"No, you can't do that."
Bind my arms
And tell me that the possible
Is impossible.
"That can't be done."
Bind my legs
And tell me they are
Too weak to walk,
Much less run.
"Sorry, we can't do it."
Bind my tongue
And tell me not to
Ask for help because
It is futile. No one
Will help me.
Bind me
So I can only
Go so far,
Do so much,
Be what you want
Me to be, an
Appendage to
You life, but
What of mine?
So bound am I
That I've lost hope
For myself and
Place mine hope in
A child unborn,
Not even conceived.
So bound am I,
That I dream
Grand, voluptuous dreams
For children who have
Neither breath or hearts.
So bound am I
That I am ever
So close to
Mummification that
The life I loathe
Is so perfectly
Preserved.
So bound am I
That I am now
Ready to become
Undone.
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Monday, October 20, 2014
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words I am thankful for
Vanilla Lace
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