Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Broken

I've often wondered
if I know what abuse is like
I'm broken, somehow,
inside
The kind of break that doesn't go away,
even with memory loss
and other internal failures
I have to wonder
what happened
what childhood injury
destroyed my capacity
to feel at ease among equals

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