My Wisdom Poem by Victoria Gauci
My Wisdom
As I look at all of this cigarette dust,
A tool of divorce that beings disgust,
I've used it to cool the inner furnace,
And bring all my issues to the surface,
Becoming who I was really meant to be,
Learning to live with a broken family,
So I've come to this place that is life,
Believing I can live free of strife,
I need to listen to my own quiet mind,
For it's in the silence, my wisdom I find.
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