Never an angel.
Never a devil.
Never what you want.
I close my eyes.
And squeeze them tight.
In an attempt to will this away.
But it never helps anything.
So I try one more time.
To open my eyes.
To face my reflection.
My image is my enemy.
My enemy is my frailty.
My frailty is inside me.
Beyond my eyes I see my imperfection.
The meaning is lost within the words I write.
It is much more than you can fathom.
It is much deeper than you can go.
So as always, I do this alone.
2-17-05
