You called it a gift

25 July, 1998 LJA

Paid for service? yes

But chosen as well by you

I gave my pain wrapped up

In three dark threads

Woven through my life

And called them gods.

I gave you the shadows

On my soul

Whose throb collapses my limbs.

I gave you my self-filled thoughts

For which I often scorn myself.

I gave you my brittleness

And fearful scattered pieces

I can't even put together.

I gave you things you named "secrets"

But to me are questions of worth.

I gave you my pain.

You called it a gift.

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