thrice have i lived 05/24/2004

thrice have i made a painting
of everything in my life

the first of water in the womb
fragile like a feather bearded robin
born to the earth
blank as clouds

the second as broken 
walking quarter steps 
blinded by pain
following love

the third of a sliced heart
cut from my chest
removed to char on black pavement
replaced by truth

two lives on a stage 
in a theatre
smiling with empty spaces
love of broken threads

the third is vile 
yet hope suffocates pain
all that remains is one path
that i do not fear