Fall
Descend
Much prettier than the f word
I descend from the position
that I know is better
A thought
to cascade to a point
in the name of (the l word)...
in order to romanticise a decision
Surely I can be at grace and (the l word)
from afar
The Lord does it...or does He?
Do I have to give myself away
in order to feel the proximity of a moment...
recall it endlessly...as it tortures my
conscious
To be sucked into a reality
so familiar
only to be moving to impurity
Let me subside
and land into my comfort zone..
wherever that is!
Copyright © Karena Brown | Year Posted 2007
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