Friday, February 5, 2016


I believe life is a series of realizations (among other things). I admit being tempted to evict the wimp from my existence, I even wrote Begone, Wimp, as part of this reflection... then took it out and added hospitality into the mix,

I come to myself.
I realize the wimp
Has inhabited my body.
She hid in the crevasse,
The abyss.
I stored things there.
I wonder how long
She has spoken for me.
I wonder at her words;
Words that moderate
What I say out loud.
There you are.
I will hold your hand,
Walk with you
Around the block,
I will speak for myself.
I will invite you
To warm yourself
In the sunshine
With the cats
On this winter day.

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