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January 16th, 2014 § 0 comments

Poem #312 for Anonymous

 

I am happy in the corner;
a part of it all
but still contently alone

sleeping in a bus cubby
under a downpour in a tent for one
alone in the kitchen
under a blanket

it always felt safe;
never felt protected out in the open
and never trusted myself to protect

…this is why I must force
to push on, to journey on, to explore on

it is all about attempting to put myself in harm
so that I may learn to survive

 

 
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(written with pen on paper)

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