My soul is shattered glass
that opens wounds long healed.
My mind is a labyrinth of ideas
causing revolutions in its contradictions.
My spirit is breaking into freedom
breathing new fires in its path.
My olive skin is thick and leathery—snakelike,
protecting me from life’s misery.
My voice is sweet yet strong—hot lava honey,
that leaves an amber memory of desire.
My tears are cascades of intermittent
sorrows sprinkled with occasional moments of awe.
My laughter rings loud and echoes through the day
filling life with newfound energy.
My heart is seared with painful memories of love
that is lost and truths yearning to be told.
Written 2/2003
Mar 24, 2009
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