In thought out sequences
I do the dance
of eating less
of braving it out
of taking care of me in
the biting silences
I read, I write, I wash
dishes and remember
how it was
how it is now
If by chance I meet myself
coming and going
I will walk in the way of the meadow
walk in the way of the stream
walk under the trestle of the train
I have been there
almost 70 years
taking chances
in my stockpile of memories
every decision was a chance
every step forward is
determined by where I had been before
the killing ground
looks good, it really does.
Saturday, 21 July 2012
Introspection - Anita Holzberg
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