when you don’t want to write about shame
when the universe speaks of children
Write what it means to give something of your self away. Your fears. Your goals. Your intense vulnerability. Your rage. Your forgiveness.
the fears we hold within
(yourself, your main character, your nostrils … whatever!)
those times when you can’t bear to be around yourself
A night of paralyzing dreams
– the dreams of the dead –
arms flailing helplessly to break through
it is only me here
morning toes – the dream realms slipping
what was it, again? The thing that mesmerized me?
repeat, but not so swiftly.
it is only I that’s awake.