My head is empty, As a great hall
The words
They echo, Off the wall

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Exposed

Feeling vulnerable,
in my world
of organization and order.
Tread carefully
on my fragile heart.
Embraced in a web,
woven
with threads of trust,
faith, and balance.
Strands are weakened
and thin.
The weary
spider rests.

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