Did what I did, save my life? Was
it not some horrible mistake,
but necessary, was it exactly what
I needed to do? What
would I have done otherwise?
Considering how weak I was.

Because it has worked, the
replacement of that breath-taking
fear, of gnawing raw betrayal, of
unrightable wrongs; of life,
definitively, out-of-control, in
exchange for a life controlled.

Is it so important that the only
control I had was to ruin it?

Life now is a payment late, a
leaking tire, a tag gone bad,
another court date, another slot
machine, another call. So
many nice, solid, controllable
worries to occupy my mind with
instead of the crushing gravity of
that other whatever-it-was.
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and what the heck here's another:

In a frenzy of saws, with a great grinding
noise - the ground moved and my roots
shook.
My branches were broken, my bark was
stripped and when they were done, I was
only a stump.

If they wanted to kill me, they did not
succeed.

I will rise again, my branches will grow
and my bark will return. Unrecognizable
from my former self, but with the same
roots intact, I will be stronger than ever
before.

And they may come back - delivering
devastation - to cut me again.
It doesn't matter that I cannot stop them,
for next time -
I will crush them when I fall

Very nice. I like both of them and I really like the last line from the last poem : I will crush them when I fall!

I like the second one especially. I think it'd be an interesting poem to hear spoken aloud.

Love your poems, Khaki. Keep up the good work.

I love your poems... they have great rhythm and flow very well. Like svenge said, I think they would be interesting to hear spoken aloud. I may just be weird, but I find the second poem irreverently funny .