Sometimes you've just got to walk away
Close the shutters, discard the moments
Gently hug yourself, dust off your hands
And whatever you do, never look back
I gave up on a mild November day
With my heart in my throat
My pride tucked neatly behind my kneecaps
My sorrow a frightful scarlet
I could only let the sun pour in the windows
And pray for its rays to cleanse my woe
And lift me to a numbing rafter
To melt away wounds and free myself
I cannot ponder, talk about or chronicle this again
As it has devoured my will to reemerge
Has preyed on my mighty spirit and must
NEVER AGAIN have free rent in my heart
(11-20-2006)
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