Jul 7, 2010

Home

Charred Forest

Integrity extinguished
No saints here

Shafts of light pierce
Vaporous contradictions
Leaving this numb clueless bottle
Still half full

The ache comes too late
Then the crack
Then the break

Giving gets gone
Selfishness ensues
Thoughts of you
And what I can give

Where is home
My kind

That place to belong
In right time
My true space
Where I can't sabotage myself

Where no weapons dwell
In my forest of heart

Safe for someone good and
Strong enough to climb to the canopy with me
To freedom

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