i could write the world today.

i could pour out my soul and paint
the sky upon the clouds.
i could soar with the eagles, and
feel enlightened.

yet, here i lay, broken
here i lay, feet spread and lifeless
here i lay, on the floor of my stomach
here i lay, unenthused.

i could line the stars with such silver, and
speak the volumes that my mind projects.
i could hold the fingertips of newborns, lost
and spring into action in one foul swoop.

instead, i turn, twisted,
cast iron in the make shift.
here i am, an individual lost;
here i am, unrelinquished.

but i could,
i could.

i could sing to silence a room,
or drown in laughter's afterglow.
i could dance with the angels,
and claim my spot in the sun.

i could write the world today,
if i could only open my eyes
and if i only dared to dream.

08/28/2003

Author's Note: ginette. you are a god-send. thank you ever-so-much for the input. i really, really like it. granted, the damn toddler still won't be put to sleep, but at least the warm milk is helping subdue the cry.

Posted on 08/29/2003
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