All of my life,
I've been trying to hide
Drifting untethered
roaming inside
All of my life,
I have chosen to wait
Judging unholy
making mistakes
All of my life,
my arms have been short
The reach much too long
as failure reports
All of my life,
the truth insecure
My back to the light
—the present unsure
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2014)
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