Tuesday, October 14, 2008

My Second Rhyme

What can be said of these feelings inside?
Born out of Beauty, chasing the night
Feelings of wonder, of love, and of hope,
But also of how I’ve adopted my rope
Bound to my fear, I’ve continued to be
No worse than before, still yet to live free
This someone in me, I’m hoping will bear
More wanting to know, to relate, and to dare
I want to step out, this time, to succeed,
If not to gain these, then only to bleed.

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