My Mystery, My History - Poem by Edwina Reizer
The tangling web of my life
keeps on weaving.
The incessant contradictions
The past a memory,
the future a reverie
Ah, but the present that's with me
is in itself a mystery.
I'm damned if I do. I'm damned if I don't.
I'm damned if I will.'I'm damned if I won't.
take their toll on me
and so at the end of every day
I lie in my bed silently,
glad that another day
has become the past
or what I do call my history.
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