Poetry by Tracy Marks

Upon Leaving Twin Oaks
To my namesake, Tracy.
copyright 1973 by Tracy Marks

Anguish was my fuel -
Years of living cramped in a corner of my mind,
To all I could not bear to see
For fear of being less
Than I wanted to be.

Anguish was my fuel -
Years of burning out my fire,
Years consumed by much desire
To feel wanted, to feel needed,
To give without demand;
To silently meet eyes which understand,
Which understand.

Only here where I've seen
My values lived
Have I ever come to peace,
One month, and I've learned
To make love,
Take love,
Wake the love
Which stirs inside
Crying for release.

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