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Back Once Again

Submitted:June 7, 2003


This was written when I was loosing my almost ever-present bouyant personality. It seems strange now, how the person who betrayed me the most boosted me the greatest. I'm forever indepted to her, and yet she hurt me so badly...


Stories for other times.


The poem is a reminder for me now, whenever I'm feeling down, or if I'm loosing my grip. I reminds me not to focus so much on the opposite sex, on stuff, on money, on other people. One simple advice always lifts my spirits: Look Up.




The silence rested in me

I had peace once again

Chaos blinded with the ragged leaves

Brought me to the inevitable end


I released the grip

I ceased to trip

My heart released it\'s hold on my ribs and sank back to rest

The storm blew me away


Out of the darkness by the nape of my neck I was flung

Into hurricanes of light

At wonder I looked around and then at myself

And then cringed at the awful sight


I saw the worst things one could imagine

As I stood alone in the air

The light blasted through my soul

and behind me left a filthy shadow hanging there


I looked over

She pointed up

He took my hand

He filled my cup


With ripping iodine

And a searing pain

He scraped away the filth

And flushed it down the drain


"You're free"

He said, with a gentle smile

I curled and sighed softly,

My timbers shaking as I did


"Just remember that you are not the maker of your gifts" He said with a stern but forgiving smile

And once more my eyes for the millionth time opened their lids


I ventured out into the well-known space

Knowing all too well as I did

the instability of my own footsteps

could only be sure if I stood in the same place He did.

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