more sadness

this picture is supposed to be a little girl, but she ended up looking older than she actually was. so sad. but i'm still pretty happy with it.

here is the other poem i wrote while i was in hospital.

i feel

i feel

like a hollowed out tunnel,

blasted apart. maybe this

could be a time of

cleansing. or a time of

trials.

am i being forced

through the eye of a needle, to be

something else on the other

side? ordered. orderly.

straightened and true.