[[*To Fix A Broken Life, Use The Tools Of The Heart*]]

[[*A loveless world is a dead world, and always there comes an hour when one is weary of prisons, of one's work, and of devotion to duty, and all one craves for is a loved face; the warmth and wonder of a loving heart*]] - "The Plague" by Albert Camus

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Monday, April 03, 2006

These words that are left unsaid;
An anger that lingers in the air...
Even unseen, the tension feels thick

Invisible fingers that squeeze around my throat
And the words that seep into my mind
The little doubts pushing their way
Further and further into my heart

Fear and insecurity, hand in hand
They dance with glee upon fragile ground.
Trust like fine-spun webs, they break
Easily like new ice

I teeter dangerously on the tight rope
Hostile faces on either side, confrontational
If I fall, where do I go...
Who will catch me?

posted at 9:28 PM

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