she has her reasons to be sure, all packed away inside fairly safe, too despite their fragile surroundings one wakes her up in the morning a little one brings her smiles another makes her go to work each day, and there's one she can't put words to that hasn't let her leave so there must be another that makes her stay but there was one more, and I guess I'd have to say her reason couldn't reason anymore for now she had to find why they all chose to unbelieve. the finding grew unfathomable and her reason cracked just shattered made a mess all over the floor and as she laughed strangely and ran away she took one look back at the crystal casualty
[This message has been edited by Corazon (edited 02-28-2000).]
Great poem, k z. And cheer up, okay? At least we're friends. Look at this way: it's better to realize something, be unhappy with the past, and implement change and make yr own future than to just stay in a rut, unhappy, permanently. You're doing the right thing.
tara, that you could look at the pieces of me that tumble out tattered bits, posted through need and see the me, the whole, happy me, that I want to be... now that my friend is amazing to me... thank you so much for your kindness