December 25, 2012 at 2:37 pm
Under the bridge on my way to freedom I dropped all my bags for awhile.
I left them behind, stepped into the sunlight, as an old man gave me a smile.
I’m sure he assumed that his warmth went unnoticed, but it kept me going for days.
It’s not just a phase. I must wear down this cage.
Children hold hands on the streets of the city, I watch from the top of my stoop.
Their T-shirts are matching, a few of ‘em laughing, and I must admit that it’s cute.
Two minutes go by and another group passes, men in identical suits.
We travel in groups. Like uniformed troops.
I know you need me to give you some comfort, but I never could reassure.
I can celebrate or commiserate, but please don’t ask me for more.
It’s not that I don’t want you to feel better, but I can’t be your support.
I’ve tried building forts, but I come up too short....
September 20, 2012 at 12:04 am