Deep in thought.
Battles fought.
Were they worth it?
Things still the same.
But still more pain.
Overthinking.
Never risking.
Stay enclosed,
in my little cage.
Never expanding,
to the next page.
Can I try to take one
little step.
Can I try another way?
Do I know the reason?
Have I thought it through
enough today.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
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