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GROWTH

GROWTH

I go out life troubles me

I come in lives trouble me

Surrounded, yet lonely

Alone and I find solace

Thinking, pondering, wondering, wandering

Right? Left?

I should listen to my thoughts

I could hear her speak – faint but firm

She seems to know more, better

Understand what I need

It is scary though

Finally,

A long look behind me

I take a deep breath of the air around me

Smiling at the infinite world unmined

Right or wrong whatever the prize

I spread my wings and fly.

DHESERT CHEQUER

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