here i am.
growing aware of who i am.
living with me again,
and i agreed.
these are short words.
i came to them not with words,
and there could be page for page
to write on this,
maybe i will later,
maybe not.
one old processing remains,
i have to find the roots,
the beginning and how to
change:
when i cannot stop thinking,
it appears to me that at some
very very long time ago i must
have learned to stop
it by switching into pain.
a suspicion...
and only me can find this place.
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