The sun came out today
bright and hot
It caught my attention
Started me to wonder about where
I think I am
in the slow progress of my
humanity that staggers like a drunk
toward what others call
Getting Healed.
When that happens will I know,
will you have to convince me,
as only you could acknowledge
from experience with me,
who I know better than I used to.
The picture evolves darkly
an uncertain future of having
dreamt of the possibilities,
Now withered
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