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Fallen from Grace

by Bradd Howard

I forgot to say grace before I ate tonight--
maybe that's because I've fallen
I am no longer a dancer
with beauty radiating from the tips of my
fingers and toes.
I am now a writer with venomous words poised
at the tip of my pen
She told me a story about survival...
that's what I've been doing,
surviving, dancing... whether in secluded
caves or out in open fields.
The word survival is poised at the tip of my
tongue and the tip of my pen.
and I will scream it and write it until
I am liberated and can once again find the
grace to dance

04/28/2005

Posted on 04/28/2005
Copyright © 2020 Bradd Howard

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