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In My Shattered Garden

In my shattered garden

I lie and cry.

Why?

I could scrub floors

And get a sense

Of something done

A neat

Achievement

But

I get up

And stumble on

And get slapped back.

I count my blessings

Many, many.

It is no use.

Back and forth

I pace

Carrying a deep despair

Like a fretful child.

There there, despair,

There there.

Written by

Elizabeth Smart

1913-1986 / Canadian

LinesWords: 2162

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