| Written: SEPT 3, 2003 |
Here I stride,
Battering my memories underfoot.
Grinding their silence into pavement,
To keep them from raining upwards to my face.
Tearing into my eyes;
Lest the grief overcome me.
I bear not many of the hidden,
But those I cradle can tear my mind asunder.
Keep them close to you,
For at claws reach others will watch them fell you.
Hugging them lovingly to me I stray,
For they make me who I am;
Even these pains forged the man you see,
And I’ll never tell.
