on the way back, i stumbled and tripped down the poet’s street
when i got home, my mom cried when she saw my feet
march 13, 2007
Listening. Always listening
I have responsibilities like self torment and isolation
“god, grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change, courage me to change the things i can, and wisdom to know the difference”
I’m around all the time and you don’t even mourn me. I lived a life of silent contemplation. There’s a voice calling me to take vows.
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