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Confessions Within

Poetry By: Don George

One from the archives.

Submitted:Jan 28, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


To the balance beam

I come.

My discipline will run,

on a forked road.

Sometimes I try so hard

and forget where I came from.

So hard that I cannot see.

I often wonder, "Why am I me?"

I go asunder and think, "I must be".

Yet another way of missing the forest for the trees.

Finally, when it's all said and done,

I remember that I'm just one.


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