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Oct 2018
Luck

Is it floating around us
Waiting to be picked up?
Maybe inside us
Stifled by life

They said 'you're lucky'
Did they know what days of suffering
Were being endured
What guilt
What shame
Neglected kids, no satisfaction
From what seemed like heaven

Now it's clear
Beer
Selfishness
Don't talk to me as if I'm stupid
Am I the clever one?
No
I'm the fool for letting it be that way
For not seeing
For not living
Just blind

Lucky? Me?
What do you think?
Do you judge me?
Bring it on. I am strong
He has made me strong
But weak, as weak as water
No luck.

Not for the likes of us
Written by
Jeanne Duroc  56/F/Aberdeen
(56/F/Aberdeen)   
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