Posted by Karen in Art, Karen's Blog, Karen's Poetry | 0 comments
Riding the Brake
Riding The Brake karen
I want to feel and I pray for numbness
I want to have and I pray for rest
I want to be seen and I pray to be hidden
Why do I ask for what I am afraid of?
Why am I afraid of what I ask for?
Walking wounded, believing my fear
I am too blind and confused to hear myself
Calling out into the sea of distractions that
I invented for safety, they kill me daily.








