diamond

If we could learn to like ourselves, even a little, maybe our cruelties and angers might melt away.

John Steinbeck












Fear rules me,

Like some 
Dark, 
Hard, 
Cold son,

Illuminating in umber
A life
Discouraged,
And in its dark shadow,
A child who would think for 
Days,
When the world looked like a kaleidoscope,

Hurt bursting in his 
Breast,
Because the world did not have an
Ear
For his speech,
Pressing his whole being,
His heart,
His mind,
His soul 
Into one 
Perfect, bright diamond of truth,
Some mad image
That he could show to the world,
This is me.

Fear, my constant companion,
Announces my name,
Designs my face,
Blinds my eyes,
Chokes my voice,
Bends me 
To its will,
Hides me from the sight of 
Others,
And so far, far away,