I have left the borders unguarded
Till my heart became a wasteland
Pitiful, pathetic,
The harvest of my hope.
Long the marauders played ,,
I had bound my own hands
In desperate obedience.
Silenced my screams,
While anger turned to guilt:
It was sin to own a dragon.
And the streams flow caustic tears ..
Now I hunger no indulgence
Limp-sitting in the shade,
Ears tight against cajolement.
Like Ulysses at the mast
Seeking another country
Where my bones can grow to stone.
I shall invite the dragon ..
Learning a different wisdom
Not the mother-tongue of shame.
The terrible risk of strength
Armed with adulthood.
I shall refuse the pirates
With their petty tales.
I am no spoiled garden.
I am guarded place.
Friday, May 15, 2009
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