Friday, January 7, 2011


I want to move and be still at the same time
To write without leaving a mark to be judged
To dance and to watch others dancing
To leave here and to plant my roots deep

I have grown too comfortable
too eager to accept your kindness
to feel warmth in the midst of the ice storm

I am lost.

I turn, circling myself, as I look for the answer
The freezing wind burns me, familiarly.

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