| shame |
| i am not bold. as desperate as i am, i would never bare my soul to strangers on the street... tears will fall to ruin in endless paper alleys crammed between college-ruled skycrapers and the backdoors of coloring-book soup kitchens... all night long i can pound the pavement, curse the darkness, and howl at the moon... but no frenetic cry from the hollows of this earthquake i used to call reality could push me from the shadows to the unforgiving light. i am not bold. i merely dream of the day when i could overcome, stand unabashed: vibrant in the stark burning of the day waiting... for thousands of eyes ears thousands of those i have so meticulously misplaced to become one reluctant god, having caught me in myself. |