chaos in my mind like the colours of alpine glades in the spring
read to some people this weekend, another fear beat down
i can sit on a knife edge with thousands of feet under me and roll it up, burn it down, no sweat
put me on the spot i stutter and my face gets red
the things i fear make no sense
yet i face them and even when they do hurt me its not so bad
every hurt is a lesson learnt
every fear faced
opens a door
Monday, September 6, 2010
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written shortly after reading unrepentant romantic, climbers prayer, and a story at the sweetwater 905 performing arts festival. got a standing ovation. better was the handshake from an old man who thanked me for speaking clearly and making sense after.
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