before the road
a thousand ponders will falter
mid thought
while jungles of jumbled poetry
weave their ivy like way
onto the prairie of the page
and self worth
in one last effort for redemption
will be called into question
amid the lyrical shedding
thin skinned am I?
nay.......
for I sit to write now
always the unmasked soul
undefendable
even to the bitter imperfection
of the savaged self...........
(written Oct21, 2004 6am)