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[Library] Ritual
by Nikki RiceI've been down the list
and I've taken each step;
this ritual is all I have left.
I reached.
I asked.
I clung to.
I took a giant step
and I'm back where I began;
this ritual is all I have left.
(Hesitation keeps me awake
enough to act,
though what I really need
is the longest nap.)
So now there is this
and nothing else.
There is only me
and these amputated
nerves of steel.
All the rights need disappear,
for this ritual is all I have left.
Familiarity is destruction.
Familiarity is not death.
Familiarity is the only witnessing
I can bear tonight. 09/22/2008 Posted on 09/23/2008
Copyright © 2025 Nikki Rice
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/23/08 at 01:40 PM And Nikki, we all have our rituals mostly hidden even from ourselves. At least you've found yours. Nice write. |
| Posted by Kristi Paik on 09/23/08 at 06:03 PM Nikki,
this has brought tears to my eyes. I have these little OCD's and although they are stupid they make me feel better. thanks for expressing the love/hate thing about rituals :) |
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