Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
I clutch a tiny Ticket
wrinkled, dusted and Faded;
it tumbled Haphazardly
around, up and Down;
I run all over to Escape
and yet every time my eyes are Lifted,
it rests at our Feet.
with a final Surrender
I bend scrape my hands in the Dirt
and pull the ticket to my Chest.
I begin by shuffling to the Counter
voices whisper that this is Sill
a ticket, a Stupid
little gift to be Redeemed?
I quiver, hesitate and then Begin
to sloppily run like a new born Deer.
nothing will stop Me.
I slam it on the ticket Counter
and scream Redemption!
immediately I am wrapped in a Tight,
an embrace so new and yet Known.
familiar and Overwhelming.
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