Saturday, September 3, 2011

holding light

your cup has
always been full
even when it
was empty.
you have seen
the other side,
before you've
travelled there.
unraveled the knots
that bound
you before you
knew you could.
it's always
been this way.
holding light
when there isn't
any to be seen.

1 comment:

lgsbowen said...

This is the kind of poem that you write that makes me realize again that you are really, truly talented and it is only a matter of time before the rest of the world realizes this as well.