perhaps i dream of being numb,

hope to have my eyes glassed over,

and all i want is to run,

and so i do -

and i become hollow and glassy-eyed...

i even convince myself of satisfaction, contentment,

but i know frailty

and i've been broken.

i try to piece these fragments together

and am consumed by how inadequate i am,

so i drown

myself

and then i can smile.

(this too shall pass)

by Amy Hocker

	back to volume TOC
	back to NATIVE TONGUES home