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I have been kicked about
with the dead leaves of autumn.
Nothing over the top,
nor nothing overly easy.
Pain and self-discovery wear the same mask.
They ask the same questions.
What are my actions?
What is my intent?
Am I only meeting myself halfway there?
My body is pulled apart
as I make an effort to sort things out.
I crash into a closing door.
I seek conclusion
while crying out for retaliation.
Give my pain to the source of my anger.
I am at a loss.
I address my enemy as a friend.
Understanding does not come...
and I am back at the beginning all over again.
Lydia Workman
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Posted by lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:39:42 | Rating: | Views: 25
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