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May 12, 2014

( I want one of these.)
So I was reading some of my older “works” and I came across one I had totally forgotten about:

Am I strong enough to stand alone
With my hands high above my head in victory?
Or will I crumple like the piece of paper
You tossed in the waste basket?
I train day and night,
Making sure the flexed muscles on my shoulders
Are strong enough to carry the
Weight of my worries.

*Disclaimer: I am a happy person, but the majority of my poetry is sad. Please do not think I’m some angst-y teenager; that’s just my part-time job. (Just kidding… Maybe).

(He he he)


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