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By darwin Date: 2011 Sep 14 Comment on this Work [[2011.09.14.15.47.6095]] |
| For the months and days that have rolled by, I’ve raised the white flag. I give to you the last of my moments and surrender them to the past. I would be the phoenix now, in quiet resurrection. The ashes that buried me and sometimes filled my mouth burned my eyes and kept them from seeing what was there, in me. To know thyself, to love thyself; the secret that eluded me. To know that I wasn't the object found through someone else's eyes. My heart would heal, they said, and nights would grow easier; the wisdom of those who have gone before. To break and rebuild; learning to bend. My blood, shed, a trail of breadcrumbs to lead me back home. |