Inspired by poet Joy Harjo's poem: "I Give You Back"
I thought about giving fear back, but I didn't have it to give
So for a while I wandered
on a chilled morning, at no particular order.
and I tried to find something to give back,
so I settled, at 5:39 am, for no particular reason to give back
Myself has been smothered too long, so I figured it would be right for me to leave.
I don't know how I came to be at this Me, I know I made this self, but
It's taken too much room, and so I released it,
and if I am the better for it, i know not yet.
I know I say yes, and clearly mean No.
I say Do, but please don't.
And I look in the mirror and hope it shatters in a million pieces each cutting the flesh it shows back as so imperfect--
So this morning I have Me back, because I know it can't survive without Myself,
I watched as it fell through the looking glass, abandoned on the side of the railroad tracks
waiting for some one to care,
but trains don't go backwards
and My ticket is not round trip.
Created: Jan 02, 2010Document Media