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Jan 2012
Some people seem                                                            
to lead blessed lives, as though touched                  
by some divinity                                                       
Everything seems to fall                                   
into place                                                        
but that can't truly be how it is           

                                                    I look at my life
                                  and because I've lived it
                                     I can see the cracks
   I can see where there were wounds
              and where some still are        
I can see every blemish on my life          
but I'm convinced no one else does                

Someone told me once                            
that all of us walk a hard road            
it's how we take the tumbles              
    that tells of our grace                               
so I'm glad that no one      
   can see where I've really been    
   or how much of me is missing        
     if I'm putting on a good show            
it means that I'm protecting them  
from my pain                    
         my struggles          
                            so that their journey  
                                  has just a little bit less  
                                                               of both.
Jayme M Yaroch
Written by
Jayme M Yaroch  Burlington, VT
(Burlington, VT)   
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