Jun 16, 2007

I am not.

June 22nd is Friday next.

I am not
as swollen
as a helium balloon
tied to a mailbox
in the
sun.

I am not
breathing hard
when I
climb
the stairs.

I am not
emotionally secure.

I am not the person
I'd thought
to be.

I am not so many things.

I am.

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1 Comments:

Blogger smileymamaT said...

Your writing is so visual and raw. It ties my heart up in strings.
T

10:03 PM  

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