Taking Sides - poem
Tuesday, Jun. 25, 2002
posted for a new friend�I do understand�.I wrote and posted this online back on July 31, 2000Taking Sides
It may not be greener on that side.
But I know I am tired of the way I hide.
It�s not so much that I want to be over there.
As it is I no longer want to be here.
It�s not the possibility of what may come to be.
That is what is pulling against me.
More that I know where I am.
And being here is�well I no longer can.
Climbing up life�s shaky fence.
My side no longer makes any sense.
If I find myself hanging lifeless from a rusty nail.
I would rather die trying than die inside as I fail.
