Rhiannon
Bluelighter
I don't remember if I posted this already or not, but here it is again anyway.
It's so hard to cast off,
This comforting hatred.
That holds us stoically in position,
Territories marked.
Boundaries defined.
Strong of arm and thick of skull
We stand,
Never giving an inch,
Clinging desperately
To past glories and injustices,
Afraid to step naked into the world.
And find out who
We really are.
It's so hard to cast off,
This comforting hatred.
That holds us stoically in position,
Territories marked.
Boundaries defined.
Strong of arm and thick of skull
We stand,
Never giving an inch,
Clinging desperately
To past glories and injustices,
Afraid to step naked into the world.
And find out who
We really are.
