Sunday, May 13, 2012

Hopkins on the mind

I'm full up of poetry that isn't mine, and what was me is lost.
Always so afraid of losing my voice means it isn't a strong voice at all and easily swayed and quickly muddled muddied by everything else no strong core to back it up to center it to anchor it in the swelling storm of influence a deluge of diverse universe-dwellers each with a louder word than my little one.
Maybe if I make no sense, no one will understand and they will have to say I am different.


1 comment:

  1. I like Hopkins.
    I understand that fear so very much.
    I miss you.

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