walk me towards freedom down your unknown road… then perhaps the pressure will unload… direct me towards new affection… protect me from the worst infections… which have scattered my thoughts and broken my vision… i stand beside one who has brought me hope through a tragic experience… what a magical existence!… distracted by what i want, not focusing on what i need… i can’t find the right time to grieve… can’t find the right words to speak… a heart giving into a love so unique… and i’m not beaten, but i’m beat… either too many hours or not enough for sleep… here i am @ 23 saved from a grave… a mind now neglecting the life of an uptight slave… i’ve been reborn… after an october night twisted beneath a rainstorm…..
©2002 josephine b. ciliento