pulling them with leashes
telling them to heel.
all is still and the blue sky shines.
and no one knows of the undying wars within us.
a smile is a good shield.
but only a good shield.
sixty smiles per hour; my mouth hurts.
almost as much as my eyes hurt.
almost.
i fear the essence of solitude, and with fear comes the responsibility to reason with myself. i must persuade my heart to follow my feet, overlook the bruises, and keep beating.
this is simply written, yet hardly done.
1 comment:
Beautiful! Also, may I say that I appreciate your commentson my blog. It totally encourages me. Oh, yeah, and when are you coming to my small group??? : )
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