Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.
Wednesday, March 4, 2015
Hush now
I'm waiting for the beginning
or end
the beginning of a joyful life
or end of a wonderful era
once tortured
now blessed
I take every breath,
every uncertainty,
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