Saturday, October 21, 2006

Power of Hope Poem

I am living a metaphor.
A left eye that refuses to close,
Forced to see with you
despite
a twitching and aching desire
not to.

A mouth that cannot smile
Imperfection and incompetence
Drooling of coffee, water, beer, . . .

Can I accept
and let you take me where you must,
letting myself cry joyful tears?

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