Standing on my balcony
Words came to me with poetic justice.

Each new gust of wind caressed my being
And exonerated
That which I wanted to express within.

My heart bled through my pen and I felt
Justice
In the release of each successive word.

Each word holding a concentrated truth
Was spawned by my melancholic state.

12/01/2003

Posted on 01/11/2010
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