Dance, puppetA Poem by BeanPersonal growth achieved through wandering down an undersirable alleywayThese words that spill from my heart with ease come with the promise of catharsis and self forgiveness
As even knowing now that 18 days have passed since I last held your gaze I feel pride in knowing that even if our book has ended This new experience has spawned a new beginning within myself
One where I am culpable flawed, juvenile, errant Where my clandestine affairs with my own psyche are bared and on display Where I allow myself to feel and I do not feel shame in crying
I am broken, but I am alive Having regained control of a new handful of marionette strings
© 2008 BeanReviews
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2 Reviews Added on November 20, 2008 AuthorBeanNew westminsterAboutIve been writing for as long as I have been able to hold a coherant thought and a pen at the same time. I have very little mementos from my childhood but I have vivid memorie.. more..Writing
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