In the room <br />where I learned how to lie, <br />to cover my bruises <br />with long sleeves, <br />to cover my lies <br />with a speechless tongue, <br />to invent a separate life <br />than the one I was living, <br />to imagine a world <br />fluent with flowers, <br />populated with trees, <br />cities with skyscrapers, <br />ten times taller than my dreams, <br />my mind filled with rivers <br />I knew I would someday cross.<br /><br />Lisa Zaran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rivers-2/
