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Dec 2014
I am the elephant
in the room
the frown, the tears
the sob, the gloom.

I am the tree
that's torn in two;
do I stay with myself
or do I change me for you?

So many decisions
rendering my distress.
Lack of comfort puts
jagged holes in my chest.

Breathe  in;   Breathe  out;
but why breath at all?
if even in my favorite spots,
I'm still uncomfortable.
Patience
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Patience
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