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Jan 2014
words can't sooth some wounds,
kind words are not a balm except to the soul,
if each day is an emotional edge and precipice,
what tenacity, but it takes the toll
pay a price, the entrance fee is steep,
no one is asking you to live gracefully,
Janus had two faces and you do not,
you may feel pressure of force to fracture,
to fit what every one expects of you,
but what is one beautiful sad girl supposed to do,
she writes poetry filled with woe you see, you see?
she is a mom, R E S P E C T, that is what you get from me,
as for the rest,
you will do your best,
there others out there with similar tests,
                                                          ­      of the human spirit,
as for God, He has big shoulders, go for a walk and let him know
where He dropped the ball, but on the way back, be prepared to listen
to Him and Him alone, is all,
baggage we all have,
If I could take one piece of yours,
and carry it for 1 year, I fear I lack the courage or the guts,
                                                           ­  and I would use alot of buts to
explained why I failed and you succeed,
you do have choices,
please see that you do,
ask for help from those around you,
you do have choices, that sounds empty, hear the echo...
I should throw in a disclaimer,
but I can hear "it is easier to blame her"
but we all know that is not true and that is from the Pit,
I care, but knowing you are no where near here,
makes me unsure what good this will do here.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
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