I must lift my head and be grateful.
This skin is all I have.
I am here aren't I?
Why then do I miss the enjoyment?
My hardened heart makes it so taxing.
I dropp my self esteem.
Today I can regain an attitude I lost.
I can decide what is the best for me.
I do know what that is.
Copyright 01-14-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
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