I am that shattered wall of glass,
still standing,quaking, waiting,
for the distant door to close and
shake me into irredeemable bits.
Waiting not expecting the one
who can hold me together,
only dreading the one who
is the burst of wind that blows me down.
You have such talent. My words falter...they all seem inadequate in expressing how much I admire your gift. I am so glad you started. :)
ReplyDeleteAt least once a week or so, I read this. And all I can think to say is this: my cousin, she's a badass. Basically. :-)
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