Careful Not To Explode And…
Missed Connections in Manhattan
handle with care
handle with care:
splintered, fractured, and scarred. I ache.
shards: pinching and piercing. I ooze.
crushed, smashed, and shattered. I limp.
wounded, distressed, but not disfigured. I amble.
despair spliced with fragments of hope. I cling.
I dream.
I wish on stars.
I know.
Her Two Cents
When we’re trapped in the belly of the beast all we can do is thrash about in agony, anger, and self-pity. It’s an awful state of mind that generally cannot be avoided for all the gold in the universe. When despair reigns supreme there’s no place to go but up and out – to our dreams, to the sky, to whatever might be beyond our messy physicality and limited sensory awareness. Tomorrow always brings a new day.
