Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Torn

How do you go home when you're already there?

How do you smile through the tears?

How do you tell yourself that it will all be okay?

How do you convince anyone else of that?

I've been torn about where my place is for years, and that rip, it keeps getting deeper.

I will do what I must, but still try to do what I can.

I will stand on my porch in the blinding snow if I must, just to share a sky with someone.

When I get home, I will cry.

I will cry.

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