hit with life, hit with truth

of things i cannot do,

smacks of old, desperate years

and pain of what is new.

want to have, want to hold,

want to be at last,

faced with facts i feel myself

slipping free and fast.

feel the urge to jump right in

and ease this heightened pain,

cut my feet on sleek sharp rock

while screaming through the rain.

need to be held, i know i do,

know little else at all,

except that i, have never known,

just how to take a fall.


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