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Monday, April 08, 2013

New Poem - Yours, Mine, and Ours

I knew your truths
so I granted you excuses,

and they became mine.

I kept my truths
contained,
ashamed of, 
and denied. 

You were pulled
away and
your excuses
went too.

Lies
I told myself for so long
had no reason to exist
and
hid nothing worth concealing. 

Waiting is no better
and
deinial is never best.

You had no chance
to accept me,
to know me. 

Did I ever
really
know
myself? - A new excuse. 

I wonder:
Would my truth
have met with
love or hate?
    Do I hold
    my truth with
    pride or obligation?
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