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Published: 2010-10-07 18:51:15 +0000 UTC; Views: 166; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 7
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Okay, that's fine.Because as I lie here, unashamed, in a field of cold, wet grass,
the stars whisper promises you could never fulfill.
A cool breeze tells me not to be afraid,
and to remember that there's magic everywhere.
I inhale slowly ... deliberately, making use of every available ounce of lung space.
I've never experienced such pure stillness.
Exhale.
I feel myself untangle. Relax.
Every poisoned image and wicked thought is with me now,
but nothing can touch me.
I'm too weak to fight, anyway.
With every bit of strength left in my tired soul,
I once again fill my lungs to capacity,
and scream as loudly as I can.
Awful memories escape with my breath,
scraping my throat like razors,
exhausting me. This is real.
The tears come without provocation,
flowing freely and burning my cold skin.
I am only faintly aware of myself ... my bones, my organs.
A heap of flesh, cooling with the earth around it.
The moments pass, my breath returns, and I realize
that even though I've given up,
something glorious and unseen will lift me up and push me forward.
Quietly and slowly, but surely, nonetheless,
and life will continue again.
I'm still sorry.
