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so stands before me the fear and all its intimidating

grace

while the epitome of my eventual downfall came

like a quick yet unsurprising slap in the face

as that of a child born unto a broken womb

where I once walked in this unshared thought so filled

by my self admitted gloom

and the changes bred so greedily between the too silent walls

of hidden hope and failed to prophesize  like an unsupervised

delinquent

much too slowly something in me shattered as the last aimed idea

was incredibly spent

spent in a drowning moment of desperate anger to the point where

I knew not where all sensitivity went

cruelty came tumbling to a battered stop with a mind of its own

focused solely on some most secret mental glint

the arms of obedience are holding on to me much too

tightly at this point

so I must somehow relent

not back into my savvy shell of such guarded demeanor

will I ever retreat but likely more onto pastures much greener

far from self hatred's heat........

(written Feb.28,1993 am)