Monday, December 27, 2010

the irony of venting my mind

Expert I am of my feelings and
I have mastered their release;
but the great irony of venting my mind
in search of catharsis
is like opening a window to air out a stuffy house
and inadvertently letting in a burglar
to steal my most prized possession:
my sanity!

2010 Helena Malheur

2 comments:

  1. This is absolute delight.. oh, what a lovely poem this.. I am sure your glow may make the burglar have a change of heart and let your sanity glow..

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  2. this one is perfect and brilliant,
    love your word choice..

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