June 24, 2008

sometimes i wish
that i had never learned to see
for surely life would be so much easier
and then i could belong to the smaller groups
in the same way as i don't to the larger --

but it never quite forms in me
this wish
for i know that were it to become the true cry of my heart
it would be granted

How curious. When I tossed this poem into the thread which awoke it, every person focussed on the almost-wish, and and the only one who noticed that this was not the true cry of my heart thought this was because of fear ... even though there, too, I am an empty mirror.
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