There is..

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There is..

A year after..
There is..
Thankfulness
Deep regret
Some lessons learned
A snif of forgiveness
Bliss

Coming to my senses,
I say Yes
There is..

Only is there
Ever enough?
For My Ego
Is still bossing
Never humble
Making things tough
Unfair

There is...
So much
I feel but don't see
There is..
A tiny bit of me

Thank you
Universe, spirits and souls
For every day
And having the chance
To get up
Do it my way
Doing my dance
In both captivity and freedom

Jan. 09

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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