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May 8, 2007


What keeps me unable to move past this place?
My steps quiet now.
I reach down to smooth the earth.
I had been running
from what I had learned.
Not wanting to face this new view of me.
Words said I couldn’t retract.
And for the first time,
You held up a mirror
So that I could see
My relationship with you,
Our shared past.
The reflection
who I thought I was
I take out the pieces
Place them on the ground.

May 8, 2007

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