| Hello Anguish, knocking at my door - As you have countless times before. Today I thought about our meetings - How at first I dreaded your greetings. You barged into my life, quite uninvited. When asked to leave, my peace you spited. Without warning you'd go just as you came - Only to arrive at my door again. Your knives of pain are now dull with age - My heart no longer cringes at your rage. Not that I think little of you - I've come to realize the good that you do. Just as bumps and scrapes make us aware of our limbs, Your visits remind me of the soul within. This time when you leave, enroute to your next stay, Should Joy pass you by - send him my way. 6-18-99 |
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