tell yourself that things will be better tomorrow
because if you don't then you might give up hope
tripping over my untied shoes and unseen mind
salt on my eyelashes, I still cannot see the light
I still cannot see another way
to end the pain
to feel whole
to have a soul
to be forgiven
to untie the ribbon from my finger
to let the feeling of loss linger
to remember to never lose again
I won't lose myself.
So to be intact I will wash it down with capsules of whispering apologies
I feel much better now that I'll be meeting my end
We'll see if the soap box creatures were right
Stephanie E. 8/26/06
