This Poem was Submitted By: Marsha Steed On Date: 2001-06-14 01:40:38 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Surgeon

Niama Williams says 'We cannot move forward  without knowing who we are.   In the viscera.  In the blood."   So, in knowing who I am,  I draw from my own  meager life's experiences.   I suck the blood  from the veins of memories  and the succulent morsels of my own past.   Sanguine remembrances  flow through vessels  of how I describe 'me'.   Where then to begin?   Do I take the path of the analytical? See where my life has run  off my desired path  to success and glory?   Do I pause  looking over my shoulder  in fear and loathing  of the difficulties, and pains  that follow me  like some ghastly disease?   Perhaps I turn outward,  examining surface flesh  well toned and wrinkle free describing my 'perfections'  completely ignoring  flaws and lines  that define me  different from anyone else alive.   If I have something to contribute,  surely others do.   Perhaps I am not  the wielder of a surgeon's tool  to sculpt and offer  cosmetic alterations  to what's been  life's experience.   Perhaps I would be the X-ray tech,  who looks deep  into the inner workings  and broken pieces  of my most intricate  foundations.   Whatever I choose to be,  however I choose to present who I am,  I remain... myself.   Complicated,  simple,  hungry,  charitable,  selfish  and inexhaustibly thirsty  for knowledge  and more  of life's experiences.   ---<--{© Chantaclair Rose '99

Copyright © June 2001 Marsha Steed


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