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Forgiveness
I
exist because the atoms were collected
INTO MATTER
The
ancients of old extolled their mysteries
TO THE MULTITUDES
Because
blood was shed
The heavens wept
BECAUSE
THERE IS CLEANSING
IN A TEAR DROP
MElissa L.
Chapman
DREAMCATCHER
It's
delicate webbing to catch my fears
It is a Spider's lair of
forgotten despairs
Feathers full of dust collected over the
years...or?
I imagine the evils that would escape if
able.
Fragments of half-remembered dreams
Glint off
filaments of twined string.
No monsters, screams, creepy-crawley
things to awaken my slumber
I have faith when my head hits the
pillow all is asunder.
The only fears that are truly
justified
Are the nightmares that await me when I open my eyes.
Melissa Chapman (01-12-04) | 
