September 24, 2008

On Turning 23

I look over
The dregs in the shot glass
Another round for the children please
This wild child has left the building

Ideology once set in metal casts
Slurry as rain on old newspaper
Only guileless imprints refuse eviction
Respect, mercy and belief in the Maker

I trace tortuous trails over bloodied footsteps
Feeling their intricate pain as my own
I'm not ashamed of understanding
I will for a lifetime shed these tears

Tantrums moulted and passions few
A performing tigress quelled and broken
Bewildered sometimes but never very lost
Peregrine at best and so aware

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