Monday, December 19, 2011

Growing

so many possible poems
running around inside me
half-written lines of
some epiphanous moment
not so eloquent yet
and just maybe, possibly 
profound

growing skin 
and letting people in
sound oxymoronic and yet
these seem to be the lessons
of late
how do i relate?
without merging?
without taking on that which is not mine?
all the while
trying to leave all those old and worn-out 
survival tactics
behind me...



Saturday, December 3, 2011