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Four Dark Corners (18th March 2006)
SCS (17th August 1988 / Solihull)

Four Dark Corners (18th March 2006)

Poem By Sarah Capella Smith

I walked through my mind last Tuesday;
It was black and passionate, an illustration of suicide.

I was shown the ropes - my thick purple nerves -
And I held on so tight that I would never let myself go.

Thud. And I land inside a stiff bubble.
But I keep, keep, keep my eyes open. A little light guides me.

I crawled, lifting up my head every so often, creaking
My neck to remind me I’m going forward, forward to the light.

A hole at the end opened like a puppy dogs’ eye
And the tears I shed where fresh and grew a new life.

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Profound and delicious. Jon.