By mrh079@aol.com
Date: 13 March 2000
rise and walk
i try to stand up,
but the strength eludes me,
and i settle for kneeling-
as if that could save at least the last bit of my dignity,
but i lose my balance again
and fall flat on my face.
i take refuge in the fact
that the pain isn’t as bad as it was the first time,
or the second,
or the third.
And when the tears come,
hopelessness, and not physical hurt,
is the messenger.
It seems as though being naive
is deceptive in itself;
that you think that you’re not,
but in that very act of thinking you can escape
that which has snagged so many others,
you prove that you are.
Perhaps I’ll just lay here
and, instead of trying to force it,
let love find me.
Then I’ll be able to walk.
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