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Aug 2016
Here I am
Hurting
More than hurt,
I reached out
Cracked
The pistacho shell
I hid in,
Thought it better
That I do
Something
Bigger than myself,
But here
I stand
Faltering
Nothing to lean on,
This unbalanced
Teeter totter
The only
Weeble wobble
That could be
Toppled,
I can't pretend
I am not vulnerable
And yet I endure...

APAD16 - 021 © okpoet
Nestor David Armas
Written by
Nestor David Armas  37/M/OC
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