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Feb 2014
I am not quite there
to answer
when they ask
where I am going
from here
Confusing those around me
and making delays seem more
as pleads for help
than what they truly are

I am not ready
to pick myself up
and set a course
for bigger and better things
and do not wish for your hands
to force me up
out
and about
to do all that I cannot do

I belong down
where I can delay the process
another day
and begin again
when I decide.
Written by
SM  Ontario
(Ontario)   
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