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Thursday, January 8, 2009

Spinning Questions

There’s an escape

A diving into the words

A swimming deeper

Until the world outside

Disappears, and fades


There’s a knowing

A recognition

A challenge to move

Beyond my own reality

Into possibility


And I dance

On the edge

With words

Where is the determination

To fulfill my purpose

To finish what I’ve begun


I dive into it,

then close my eyes,

run and hide,

afraid that someone

will see, me,

and that nobody will see me


I know I know there is more

More to accomplish more to say

Words stories to write, to tell

More to say, more of me to reveal

And yet…I opt for easy,

this mask, this persona,

this expected me



Who is she,

who am I, questions,

flood, fill, overtake

I know what I want


Am I addicted to the ink,

to the words,

to the sweet saccharine

aftertaste of this habit.


What if I threw off

the disguise

and wrote the raw,

the focused

the if I finish this

I’d have to

do something real

with the stories.


What if I challenged myself

instead of playing

Dancing with words

Spinning yarns that go

nowhere but my head

my imagination


And can I trust myself

to separate the two

Should I

Can I

Maybe not


I feel so out of control,

it’s like watching myself

wondering why

I’m being strange

Stepping outside of my head

and away from my heart


Who are you,

what is your story?

Are you willing to be read?


Donetta said...

Come read me, I have posted the preface, introduction and the first chapter.
I enjoyed your writ.
I am glad your pen releases you.

Childlife said...

A very clever capture of this conundrum -- funny how some days the answer is yes and some days the answer is no, eh?

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