Wednesday, April 25, 2012


"She said, 'different drum'. I heard abandonment. Crushed and desperate to survive I replied, 'but watch me do'. And surprise, it sometimes worked. Until my soup pulled me under again. Drowning does get one's attention. Magic potions to transport a tortured soul through the night. But, not long after, mired even deeper."

We should teach our children no matter how long it takes. For only then will we really know ourselves.

What stories Shame could tell. My own are the one's I know best. We shall soon see what will come of the rise. It has yet to disappoint.

© 2012 Buzz Hill

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