Saturday, August 3, 2013

So Not the Journey I Packed For

This is so not the journey I packed for
I tear apart my luggage of years
looking for that one triviality I think will change it all
The detritus of my gear grows about my knees
and nothing I find could have prepared me for this
the reality of living in a statistic's legend
set ajar in a present skewed by fractions of slivers
I tear it all apart, still looking
already knowing nothing I find can fix anything
what I need is buried deep within
grown slowly in the universe of my soul
silent strength
that may never be enough
but it's all I have.

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