Tammy Darby


How could I in my foolishness

Allow a being into the bizarre world I have created
When my penance for being human
Has left me cold and my mind serrated

How could I allow myself?
Even the slightest expectations
That the emotions of a whimsical poet
Could ever be expressed openly
Outside a circle of ones cursed with the same peculiar traits
Or anywhere but crumpled yellowed paper

To forfeit the right of control of my heart and mind
A simpleton vulnerability pinned to my chest
The quickening of my surging pulse
The fluttering of my heart
At the command of an image’s behest

How could I in my foolishness
Allow a being into the fantastical world I have created
When my explanations for being solitary
Even to myself have not slightly abated

A stark clear image emerges
The stars align in clustered constellation
Revealing the dream that has so alluded me
The life to which I am fated


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