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Aug 2011
A lack of inspiration, of yearning
to write poetry. Desire, where have
You gone? My ambition wilting, dying,
Waiting to be reborn, need one to salve
My insecure heart. Perfection is lost,
Hidden in my humanity; Realized
I have discovered joy, but at what cost?
Moving in the wrong direction, disguised
as a bright new future, who am I to
Say what works for me or not? I am but
a child, groping through the darkness. Flew
down the stream of confusion. In a rut
For years to come; I’m trapp’d. Stuck in a cage;
This is my own doing, my lack of rage.
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   Sabrina Smith, --- and ---
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