Wednesday, November 25, 2009

finally.

have had some honest conversations this week,
where things I thought were held with open hands,
were "tied with fishing line
invisible from a distance"
tied down to my comfortable confusion

now I am less afraid to walk
in either direction.


1 comment:

Mary said...

honest conversations can sometimes feel like skin to peel. off yourself. off your other. now i cry for my sisters, i long for my brothers. where will this ship find shore?