I’m mulling around some ideas, some themes that I want to explore.
I wrote this, real quickly tonight. It just touches on the themes. I’m sure more will follow.
I call it:
A Gasp from Lazarus
You make me want to write
But not from my head
Where I spend all my time
And am comfortable,
But from the dark—
The battered, bloody—
Tender places of my heart
Where I am lost and frightened,
Vulnerable
And not at all at Home.
And I don’t know, yet,
If I should Bless
Or Damn you
For the nudge.
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