6 March, 2015
Long ago, in the winter of the dead,
I am quoth as saying, or have said:
"There is no hope
for the people who
knot the rope
and hang it too."
But if you ask me now,
real nice and kind,
I'll take a bow
and say I've changed my mind.
For I have climbed that chair
and held the noose;
chose instead to cut my hair
and let the tears loose.
And now I stand,
with quivering heart;
hand in hand
with fear of depart.
New eyes in place,
new structure of mind,
smile on my face,
no quarrels with time.
Copyright © Ema Kenyon | Year Posted 2017
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