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I would fall to the floor and weep
because, you see, I am weak.
Frail, insignificant --
what else can I be?
In danger of knowing the truth
the lesser part of me wants to see.
I know better than to cry.
Tears, a trap to catch me;
harsh words wait at the other end.
No peace
No freedom
Only sorrows and fears
live with me here.
Why must I know?
Ignorance would be better -
safer that way than to know the truth.
No beauty
No grace
Just empty...
empty space.
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With eyes wide open
I walk into walls,
Forgive wounds
Excuse behavior --
Where is my will?
None left for me,
I gave it all to you.
© 1999 by Rachel Traughber; all rights reserved
