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Am I wicked? Am I tame?

Or am I soft with ridged edges?

Is my heart and mind aligned?

Do I listen, or merely hear?

So do I savor, or merely touch?

Not basking fully yet in what

I suffered for, I was crucified for, I lost Me for, what

Deserves to be mine.

You hurt me, you keep hurting me.

Over and over, I fear you think I'm

much stronger and more worthless than I am.

Much too patient, I've already served that time.

How do you tell someone you're supposed to love

... that you don't...?

That you're turning away

Running alone this time, this perpetual distance

running away

through fields from the past and future

running to someplace safe.

Inside me, inside my courage

My memory and determination

My strength and loneliness

My gentle understanding of what's mine

My broken body and sore legs...

My eyes, memory and heart.

Everything in Me I so cherish,

parts of my being I worship,

the parts that are crying;

cramped, beloved, safe.

The pieces of me- of my soul

- yet broken, hold me together.

And so we are apart,

            Now I am whole.