
Our love was shaped
Like the marriage ring
Grown into our skins
Tight...hurting.
We wrench it out
And gaze at the
Hidden skin.
Exposed to light
After years of secure binding...
"All of one's life is a struggle towards that; the narrow path between freedom and belonging. I have sometimes sacrificed freedom in order to belong, but more often I have given up all hope of belonging." Jeanette Winterson
4 comments:
you just never fail to surprise me....another touching, soulful poem! Too good!!
Hi there!
I've tagged you in a post on my blog about my quirkiest habits. I guess Im hoping you'll do the same.
For details:
http://myrandomblabbering.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-me-quirky.html
It's been some time since i have read words that can be true. Glad that I get to see a blog that ironically has no empty words
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