Thursday, September 24, 2009

opened and closed

Fingers fail to grasp a grain
Breaking, utterly useless
I have the presence of nothing
The weight of emptiness

Skipped beats are welcome
Untied romantic shoelaces invested in
Another run, another fall
Bruised elbow and knee familiar

Always opening the door too far
Wind catches; rips it back
Slam. Closed again. More tightly shut.
Harder to open.

Swiftly board the windows closed
Curtains drawn, again. Again.
Another hibernation from smiles.
Another season of cold.

Cinders slowly darkening with time
Original blaze, a distant dream
Still hoping for salvation
A whisper of oxygen; of promise.

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