Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Inexpressible

I laugh at the time,
But later I cry inside.
[ If I ever cry on the outside, you’ll know I’ve broken:

Cracks in the armor…
Weak spots? Or hidden rivers of strength?

Truth flows unbidden from the crevices,
Crashing over walls, turning them to rubble.
Exposing every hope, every fear, every insecurity, with a mad rush of cleansing currents.

It leaves me naked and vulnerable…Is there any return back from the edge of insanity? ]

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