everything's blue in this world

Cacoethes scribendi

Friday, July 30, 2004

becoming

all that i am is
less than i could be but much
more than i once was

diging through shadows
poking the tender places
to make them all heal

no growth without pain
no pain without knowledge gained
i am becoming
Posted by Elle Lassiter at 8:26 PM

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