Friday, January 20, 2006

friday poetry blogging - tenth edition...

untitled - by me (broken ladder)

sometimes she feels like a dead girl
all cold
and useless
and wet

her heavy skin turns to dust
gradually
and some of it blows away

until she remembers
and is ashamed
that she isn't
dead at all

it's just that some parts
of her
don't manage to fit

she keeps on banging into
all the wrong places
and slamming up against the parts
that aren't comforted
by the world

but she reminds herself:
this is just one house
among god's mansions

and although the rest
of them
aren't sure how
to belong to it either

they still attempt
to cradle each other's hearts
tenderly
as if they hadn't sold them
already

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