Sunday, June 20, 2010

Push

Deepening waves of pain lash out at me.
They seek to protect me from a secret.
From the truth.
I push on, past the agony.

This false rain cannot bind me.
I will not yield to its seductive touch.
But I am weak.
And now all choices are mine to make.

How can one prevail over one's self?
Time.

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