August 9, 2008
By Alisha Wainwright, Whitehall, PA

How could I know?

I didn’t prepare…

To be so stricken

With such intense care…

Shouldn’t I feel pain?

Or want to die…

Shouldn’t the arrow hurt?

Why haven’t I begun to cry?

Love was painful before

Now it just burns…

So lightly, so intensely

So purely, so great…

It feels good

For it to grow again…

And he I must thank…

For awakening me

From that deadly state.

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