Sunday, December 21, 2014



By: M. MacMinn

I'd chosen to run
just as far as I could
to block out or muffle
each attempt at words

to protect and comfort
only myself
while carrying the torch
seasoned in help

I've held it so long
it's burning my hands
scorching my breath
and clouding my plans

A soul left forgotten
lying in bed
passing back and forth
lost in my head

I listen, intently
at attention I stand
in fear and silence
I'll bend on demand

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