Tuesday, April 19, 2011

WHAT'S JUST (Monday Poem)

by Sara Holbrook

Just deny.
Just postpone.
Just press forward, just delete.
Didn't see it.
Not my mix.
Couldn't care.
Cannot fix.
So whatever.
I'm just so not into this.

Except . . .
just some sweat on my forehead,
just this bite on my lip.
Except . . .
just this clench in my eyebrows,
just this scream in my throat.
I should just walk away.
This is just not my fight.

Except . . .
my voice just escaped,
and I just have to say
just isn't right.

from Wierd? (Me, Too!) Let's Be Friends by Sara Holbrook, 2010, Wordsong.

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