In 2006, I wrote a poem that talked about my fear of getting into another relationship.
Any moment now
I'll be flinging myself to the very air you breathe.
Waterfall rushing.
Slicing through sheer granite.
Free.
Crippling boulders with continues gush,
of roaring thunder and harsh cuts.
Then after a while,
I fear,
I will enter that calm boring gorge,
That paves the boats for commerce and wedding vows.
Serviceable.
Forgeting I was a wild river once,
Decorated with wild lilies and daisies
And soon,
From that fat gorge
I will rove with placid abandon,
Towards the sea,
The sewage as my friend.
Such a sad state
Such a sad, sad state.
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