I Am The quiet tremor of the rain sounds like bullets in my ears The dew that drops onto the grass is really the tears in my mind The trees that quiver in the wind sound like the souls of the hungry trembling with thirst The violent quakes that rack my body is really the thunder of the sky I am the rain, for my tears water the world I am the dew, delicate in my heart I am the wind, my breath that escapes from my lips I am the quakes, my body shakes with pain I am the thunder, my voice tries to be heard The flowers hide in the soil In the dirty crap of my past The beauty is gone from their faces, from their rose petals The silkiness has withered into brittle bones They weep with the world that begs I am the flowers I am the petals I am the silkiness, do you see the difference? All this is true The sun doesn’t shine on their face- It doesn’t make them glow with Grace The Grace that has escaped me The delicacy of heart- Of emotional pain The fingers dance on my belly Always looking too fat Do you know how it feels? The obsession possesses my body Digging deeper into my soul It’s harder to stop now The missing of New York The missing of myself The missing of willpower to stop myself I am the pain that you feel I am the joys that never show themselves to my face They only pop up once in a while I hope they come back soon I am the love in your eyes I am the heart that won’t stand being broken I am the joke that gets laughed upon I am the life you’ve never lived Could I take your shoes? I am the depression you cannot see I am the insanity of my mind I am the reality and the truth I am the delicate being too fragile to break- Too fragile to touch Please don’t break me I won’t live much longer. E.B. 9/13/96
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