I thought my life was well
rounded in a bottle.
I was aloof and trampled
by the weight of my despair.
The canopy of drear was in
all the curves of my circumference.
It was a blasphemous time and
I had no loving God. Just a
power that was not dainty, but me.
Alone, was my past life.
This world was rounded
to converge with a fit of
jealous rage that I suppressed
with a good intoxication. Now,
although late in this life, I have
those things. I have taken advantage
of this life He has given me. With
every new breath I take I absorb
a gift a new love for my life.
I have a chance; a new start.
Copyright 01-03-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
Sarah Sisson
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