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Apr 2017
Mislabelled passion and faulted conviction,
It seemed like such an easy decision.
A flicker of hope and a hopeless addiction,
But the truth here is stranger than fiction.
Laid down flat I ironed out the wrinkles,
But now all I can feel is bizarre numbing prickles.
I said over and over that I’d never confess,
Although my lusting heart I had to address.

I don’t regret it, I love it, feeling free as a bird,
But the emptiness I feel is just absurd.
How is it possible to miss something so much,
So much of something you never had.
I used you to get me thought just like a crutch,
But learning to walk again ain’t so bad.

It never broke me that I will concede,
I’ll come back from the brink and I will succeed.
Letting go and learning how,
To love again and what to allow.
My attachment is fleeting the tide receded,
Figuring out what really preceded.

Even though you may never have known,
You were a big part of my life I had never shown.
But without you there I would never have grown,
I’d have lived life in a mottled tone.

I think what I’m trying to say is Thank You,
I owe you more than just what’s due.
You sculpted a boy into a man with a cause,
You offered help and friendship without even a pause.
You had no idea and it was probably for the best,
And I was waiting for East to meet West.

If I’m honest with myself calling it for what it be,
I would not be half the person I currently see.
So again, I say from the depths of my heart,
I’m blessed and Thank You in no small part.

Written by: M K Dobison
Michael-Kent Dobison
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