Wednesday, September 23, 2009


A roaring flash from the clearest skies
smote you to the ground.
Fear you had never known
toppled the boyhood 'king of the mountain.'
Home expects you to remain the same
you have always been.
Walking around with others,
they say they understand,
but they cannot,
and you live with this thing
that seems best killed
or at least tamed
by compassion.


I walk clumsily in your shoes now,
Doubt I can fill them,
But I step high and carry their weight,

I step high

carry the weight

Others cannot see my invisible giants
dragging under me,
pulling at my legs, making me stronger

pulling at my legs

making me stronger

Others walk ahead,
call back to me,
refuse to wait, extend their hands

refuse to wait

extend their hands

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