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restraint would be proud of me

if she could speak

my angers I somehow keep in check

even as my morals I pen so bleak

the best in me scrambles for a fresh vest

of identity

when labels for their deeds are being handed

out

grasping to make any form of contest

with some shard of personal truth

I bloody well knock myself about with the

handiest rocks of doubt

who cares if my favorite pen is quick to jot

down my jumbled thoughts in either black or blue

a scream is still only a scream

even if issued to the wind

yet, no one knows who is around to hear it when

and if it makes it through

yes, misery loves company

but the path of laughter runs quite narrow

the wings I once dreamed I had now lay in tatters

my heart is crushed by the mere sight of even

the smallest sparrow

did you ever hear about the fierce lion who wished

he were nothing more than a common mouse

out in a farmer's field

in the end, he never got what he wanted

but when he lay dead

he lay dead as a proud lion

whose sacrificed heart of courage was in one

violent yet beautiful instant fatefully sealed

pride holds the heftiest price tag where life and

death are concerned

so do not feel cheated little mouses

for your fates couldn't get much worse

than that of your master Sir Lion

perhaps in another sheet of life's book

you and the dear lion's places will get to be

turned.............................

(Jan. 2. 1996)