06/23/08 10:15 pm

July 5th, 2008 by cathy

a light breeze
brushes away the hairs
tickling my face
I need so much right now
so slightly
I smell lilacs
before they are gone

I feel anger
frothing in me
waiting for me to
burst at the seams
but its not proper
to scream
to question God
to ask for answers
that will never come
to tremble
so much
with empty arms

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