I could ramble ceaselessly,
Head ramming concrete walls,
Of all the bruises and of all the strain.
I could curl in agonized frustration,
Fists pumping unsplinting doors,
From all the unresolved questions and searches.
I could sulk and fret,
Tears carving creases in youthful silk,
From all of the wrongs left without vindication.
Or
I could accept the lashes,
Sudden, sharp razors across raw flesh,
Acknowledging that this too shall pass.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
I could ramble ceaselessly,
Head ramming concrete walls,
Of all the bruises and of all the strain.
I could curl in agonized frustration,
Fists pumping unsplinting doors,
From all the unresolved questions and searches.
I could sulk and fret,
Tears carving creases in youthful silk,
From all of the wrongs left without vindication.
Or
I could accept the lashes,
Sudden, sharp razors across raw flesh,
Acknowledging that this too shall pass.
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