South Carolina, USA
For years, I didn’t....and....
I built the mighty dam,
as waters lapped my heels.
I troweled the great wall,
to hide my reveals.
I forged the rivers wide,
to run from what did hurt.
I'd give, but yet I'd hide
my head in choking dirt.
I am a man. Blessed be they who
cherish me for this. My hem
does not show, nor does my
soul, unless I pry open the gate to
where my heart lies.
My cracks lie beneath mortar
that discloses but a smooth surface.
And of this, one's ponder might divulge
the flaw of what is unseen.
Don’t ask me to cry, for I do so...freely.
Nor should you reach out for a hug,
for I am now, as I write.
Compassion is naught, for it lies
within the letter I wrote.
Should arrive soon.
And for goodness sakes, don’t look for
me to tell my indwelling secrets or shames,
for they rest before me now....within my
I am learning...it takes time...
[This message has been edited by Magnus (11-03-2003 07:34 PM).]