Each time I tell, begins again the anguish.
Each time, uncertain of the outcome I speak
Against the tide of voices that tell me I should not!
And in those moments an exchange takes place
Somewhere on invisible yet highly perceptible planes
A withdrawal is made from pains account
The balance is lessened. Perhaps only by a cent
it is almost imperceptible yes, But this is a life savings
It is not drawn down in a moment.
Yet, in the telling, in each exchange,
The day draws nearer that the account will drop.
perhaps To zero
Edited by newground (05/22/13 10:06 PM)
Either I will find a way, or I will make one.