Saturday, November 6, 2010
Letters..to whom. To you.
I have a letter to write, and maybe I have written it before.
To: Someone. From: Someone.
To no one. To you?
A letter to you, but not from me. For whoever you need it to be.
This is a letter. I am writing it, and reading it as well.
To: Me.
You have taken a part of me. Please return it.
The stitches are tearing lose. I am a poor medic.
Will you repair me? I am stained, bleached white, you stole my color.
Wait. Please keep it. I will fill it elsewhere.
Just stay. Stay at a distance. I am healing....
It's smaller now; the tear. You, my dear, won't make it through.
You may go now. Thank you.
From: You. No, from Me.
I have buried my own burdens, I have buried you.
Now is my time to dig.
A letter; a simple reminder.
I am my own builder.
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