Camelot

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Sunday, December 8, 2013

It Rises

The bile
Is slowly
Rising
No mere words can
Describe
How I feel

Why
Must I struggle
Within myself
It tears
And heals
And tears again
Like
A roller coaster ride
It terrifies
While
It exhilarates
And still
The bile
Is slowly
Rising

How many times
Can a wound
Be ripped
Open
Stitched
And be torn asunder
Again and again
Before
It can no longer mend
And remains
A gaping hole
Festering unseen
Still it rises

The first stab
Is always
The most
Excruciating
The attacks
Thereafter
Leave you numb

It rises
And rises
And rises
Until you
Can
No longer
Do anything
But spew forth
The venom
In your soul
The pain
In your heart
The hatred
Concealed
Undetected
Within
Your form

Until
At last
You
Are spent
Relieved
And you
Are once again
Free
To open
Yourself
To a new
Experience
A new
Adventure
A new
Love

(Written on Dec. 13, 2003)

*Allene Angelica*
=^_^=
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