Tuesday, August 16, 2005

The Beginning Should Have Ended Long Ago

My timing's faded, fallen out of style
but I still wait for Your holy breath
Like a child, I sit
and drink up the silence
that You have poured
I pick up my insecurities,
lay them in piles at your feet,
and finally surrender with a single conscious thought-
I am not mine to fix.


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