Sunday, January 29, 2012

First World Problems

I stand before you, my most vulnerable moment

Ready to

Hope in purification

A baptism anew.

Fire at the left, ice at the right

I pray for harmony.

I beg for a soft embrace,

not a sizzling lash

not a frosty slap.

I stand before you

drowning cutting falling scalding

Anything is possible. I wait.

To the center, you yield nothing

barely warming

I veer slightly left creeping to the flame.

Slowly you unfold and welcome me

soothing cleansing relaxing

and then you turn away.

Abandon me not!

I pull towards the left

You lash out.

My skin rises pink at your cruel strike.

In frustration,






Copyright Katrina Rue, 2012. All rights reserved.

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