In A Safe Spot - Poem by Matthew Rosen
In a safe spot
I’ll swim through the gutters-
Where I’ve buried my head.
In a tight spot
At a secure point
At a safe speed,
I may hold my breath
And plunge down into the muck..
At a comfortable distance,
I’ll laugh, I’ll cringe.
I’ll sigh, I’ll spit.
In a silent bed
I rake out the weeds.
I pull out the thorns.
I will discern the rotten from the pure, clean, and whole.
I will build, I will build.
I will bury my rage and burn my fear.
I will return to me.
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