Fellowship calls—
~~flickering companionship pulling at me...
Why, then, resist?
~~Why avoid the warmth of the coven…?

Because…

Desire to be among them, while strong,
~~won’t equal the pull to not.
Desire to be one of them, while urgent,
~~won’t compare with the rage against it.

But…

If I don’t go to them,
~~they’ll notice.
If I don’t embrace the horde,
~~they’ll scowl and smirk.

Then…

I’ll run toward them,
~~until I run away from them again (and again).
I’ll call out to them,
~~hoping (dreading) that they’ll call back.
I’ll smile at them, then,
~~tasting the counterfeit recoil.

No…

Back to safety,
~~however tenuous.
Back to comfort,
~~however frowned upon.
Back to loneliness,
~~however paradoxically sweet.

…

Back to me.



....... ©2008 kmg