Words are worth a thousand pictures.

Friday, July 8, 2011

I Know

I know the dark.
I know sadness.
I know tears, pain, melancholy.
I know these things,
like a lover whose
every contour I could
trace with my eyes closed.
I know these things intimately,
it's true, and I know
I am stronger.

Too strong, in fact, to
dwell in the darkened 
recesses of that confused inferno.
Too strong to yield,
and let it consume me,
as I once did-

But no more.

I know the dark, sadness,
tears, pain, melancholy.
I know these things.
And they are not as strong
as me. 

No comments:

Post a Comment