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Now I see
my path
of growth.
It’s one
where I fall
head over
heels
for every version
of myself
that got
lost
along the way.
The paranoia can be intense
I feel I am pursued

Help me not straddle the fence
Be kind and calm, not rude

The battlefied is my own soul
Emotional, confused

Trying for wild goodness
And not to be misconstrued

                      Full on feud
The big man upstairs
Once and for all
Disabused me of the notion
That he was in fact
God himself

And just my landlord
Living on the top floor
Yelling at me
Through the wall
That my rent is overdue
BLT's new challenge- to write a poem using the Merriam- Webster word of the day, disabuse.
A few days in Warsaw
Star Wars t-shirts for my sons
Warsaw Saw War
              My Polish wish
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