sometimes I recognize my thoughts not as my own
but as another 's
like a seed in my much too mortified mind being sewn
like good manners being taught by not one but many
mothers
perhaps this assessment of my predicament I have just
now laid aside or out grown
every so often this stumbled upon feeling racks my
spirit with shudders and my good reasoning gets thrown
why to many but a few is this not exactly known
can this page be the only vehicle left to my disposal
in exposing the hard evidence pointing to the otherwise
unknown
if only my steadier feelings I could just catch,
control and clone
and through such bouts of chaos, frustration and
darkness I wouldn't feel unsafe as I pass through
them YET AGAIN, ALONE....................
(written Jan 18,1992 am)