Matchsticks

We tend wounds left by those who desert us
We work out the hurts of those who hurt us
Torture ourselves as they tortured us and
Never forget they let go of our hand

We will not eat because they forced us to
Not out of nurture but out of control
We starve ourselves through a hole in our soul
Not good enough no matter what we do

Beaten and broken we nonetheless rise
Through brokenness we triumph after all
Look closer and see the pain in our eyes
We rise to beat back the scene of our fall

We are those matchstick people you might see
Brief candles burning through internal night
Perfection-bound by internal decree
Strike anywhere and we will share our light

Some mock at us and call it all in vain
"Just eat something!" "Get over it!" they say
We keep the secret weep the stain away
But we have to show them: never again

We tend wounds left by those who desert us
We work out the hurts of those who hurt us
Torture ourselves as they tortured us and
Never forget they let go of our hand

We smoke because we are on fire and yet
We light the world consuming our regret

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVII

Dear Steven
strikingly beautiful
supani

Thank you, dear Supani.

I sure miss Hey Hey. Do you have his email address? Maybe he would come back to us if we asked him earnestly.

Respect and solidarity, and greetings to Guntur,

+Stevie

DEAR STEVEN
YOU INSPIRED ME TO SCRIBBLE 'A HAIKU'
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MATCH STICK

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The best match got fixed

I stand as stick, she, the ball

We both strike to light

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I can picture this being sung by a group of gorgeous young guys surrounded by screaming teenage fans It's perfect in every way
~Jessy