It is….
Sometimes the lowest form is
Moving away from
What’s so natural to the slight of the wrist
Beginning to feel the curtness that doesn’t
do much more than exist
Like a business call and
A wall splattered
With something gone wrong
because
Sometimes taking care of
The self means breaking free
From the rest
Even if that means
It hurts…
August 12, 2010 at 2:15 PM
Taking care of oneself is so very important but not always as we want it to be. Very beautifully written…it hurts sometimes to break free. Happy rally x
August 12, 2010 at 2:40 PM
Very sweet…thank you!
August 15, 2010 at 4:25 AM
Breaking away can be a very hard thing to do. Thanks for sharing!
August 16, 2010 at 10:04 AM
hope that you find time returning favors to poets who were here last week…
Happy monday!
your talent is high.
🙂
August 16, 2010 at 1:34 PM
Of course..and thanks so much!
August 19, 2010 at 9:51 AM
excellent poem…love the language and the twists…
as always…