Thursday, 29 May 2008

I try to read her books

I try to read her books
But like walking on water
I find it’s not possible for me

She is great no doubt
Profound, so many say
But for me the greatest block is there
Preventing me from knowing her dreamland

And yet she is the one
I’d ask to share my most poignant history with
To soak up my universal pain
And turn it into words
That others – not me tho – others would read
And gasp at
For she can be profound
And what I want to share
Is so deep it has no end

What it is that stops me turning her pure pages
I don’t know
Perhaps my path is only to deliver
To unleash
To provide
Not to receive, to accept
I don’t know


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