not to lay down my hands by Indigo Tempestawhy o my mother
shall i cry when he shouts at me? that is not my way. after i fall i rage. shall i cede my strength to him-- the strength of my age? i believe to shy away would be to lose for us all.
i cannot be the same as the rest, mother. it is my choice to refuse to arm my fears. the rest is history, lost in the translation of years-- years i lost in the sound of my own voice. in the twenty-third hour will my resolve still stand....?
my place is within the fire, not around it, my mother. 03/04/2002 Posted on 03/04/2002 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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