July 6, 2004

• Wings

  
  

  her wings are battered
  torn, shredded, bruised
  they hang limply from her back
  her piercing blue eyes shed tears
  sitting upon a cloud
  her feet dangling, legs swinging
  her head in her hands
  after she weeps
  she stands on the cloud
  she closes her eyes
  her wings become mended
  for a moment, she stands
  she collapses upon the cloud
  drained of energy
  she sleeps for an eternity
  she awakens
  she is strong once again
  she smiles
  her strong soul once again has saved her

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  I really don’t like this poem…I don’t know why. I don’t think it’s right somehow.

  
  

   

  
  

  The parade was awesome, great fun. We sat up there in the van, very far off the ground, for someone who is afraid of heights….but I had 3 huge buckets of bubble gum to throw….I threw huge handfuls to the little kiddies….jammin to the loud radio in the van…hell yeah. Laughin n jokin with Jojo and Jolinda….yep!!! Fun fun….and then yesterday I slept almost all day…..Sunday night I talked to Dennis on the phone for 4 hours….then last night for like 2 and a half or somethin like that…..we have plans set out n stuff…..Talk about that later or somethin….have a good day everyone!

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