By Tara...savagewave@yahoo.com
Date: 15 October 2000
Into the Ground
Here I am again
hanging by my thumbs.
His promises and good intentions
weaving the ropes that hold me.
I'm sure I don't want to hang
but time after time
I hold out my hands
for him to tightly bind the cords.
Then the winds of change
blow hot on my face
throwing accusations into my eyes.
Listening to the judgements
my feet swing and burn.
As I struggle to run the cool path
I cannot see to find the foot holds.
Of course, not only is he hanging me
I realize he's lowering me into the cold, hard ground.
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Vernon, BC
February, 1991
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