A poem written each day upon waking. It's mostly unedited. I think that's the point. Promise not to laugh, or let me give up, and please, wish me luck.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
2/17/11
here,
hesitant to dive
without the breath of holding back
we may not survive.
there,
a hostaged heart to find
I'd pay the ransom with these fingers
to peek inside that mind.
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