Tuesday, November 13, 2012

If I Could Run

I would.

I'd be the biggest coward and I'd say, I can't do it.  I won't do it.

For years I've been hiding the secret that I don't possess the drive I had whilst I was a teenager.  I was told if you work you achieve.  I worked.  Thirteen jobs, two universities and there's no achievement.

Little girl, run.

I want to.

I want to run and disappear, and forget any inkling of a dream I once had, run and tie every promise I made to myself to that black tree of resentment in my garden.  Run and cry an ocean.  Build a boat.  Sail away.

Run faster. 

I want to burn every memory, and tear every hope into pieces.  

And finally.

I want to look in the mirror.  And know that the torment, is over.  

Friday, November 09, 2012

The Blue Door

The Blue Door
There is a blue door. It's so cold to touch.  I can smell the sea.   I press my face to its surface.  I close my eyes.  I don't look...
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