Sunday, January 01, 2017

A New Year

A part of my absence,
Despite telling myself,
That I am dedicated to The Fall,
To put Waths on the shelf,

Was more than freeing up the time to write,
Fear was driving me, too,
Well, this is a new year, and fear be damned,
It will no longer tell me what to do,

There's a place for it or it would not be,
I won't deny its use,
But it must spring up from the soul's instinct,
Not in light of abuse,
Or what might be,
No one can answer that,
Only the things one wishes there might be,
Are worthy of affecting how you act.

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