Nov 23, 2009

Posted by Karen in Art, Karen's Blog, Karen's Poetry | 0 comments

Riding the Brake

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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.

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