Guests (by jann castor, Thursday, July 12, 2001) Your emotion
is a dynamic you cannot foresee.
There is bliss and anguish walking hand in hand. There is love
and hate
There is a
moth of summer on the edge of your window
You have visitors,
who show up uninvited
They are your teachers, whoever they are. Those who frighten
you,
Those who entice
you,
Your body is
your house
Welcome them
all, but do not allow them to abide,
Now, grow from that or shrivel away! What else would you expect to hear? copyright Jann C. Castor © 2001WGA |