Damnsle Inthis-Dress

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Je pense, donc je doute. Je suis. Je pense.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

I Shall

I can ache with despondency:
my limbs hanging motionless
as dead weights pulling me down.
I can be immobile with tears:
acidic emotion coursing over my face
etching tracks into my skin.
I can reach for you continuously:
my fingers stretching out to the sky
pulling back with naught but My dreams.
I can laugh and rollick and ignore the pain:
my life spread out before me like a lover
begging to be taken.
I can revel and dance in my glory:
cavorting, twisting and shining
in multiple paroxysms of living.
I can raise myself up.
I can raise myself up:
I can raise myself up
as stars that consume themselves in ecstasies of fire.

Because it’s not finished still.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

The poem expresses potentiality: a constant refrain of "I can". What of the "will"?

20/3/06 00:33  
Blogger damnsle said...

Good question. I didn't realize how reflective this poem is of myself. thank you for that.

26/3/06 03:34  

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