The hands that hold me also scorn.
And from him I find myself torn....
...away from him I think ill fill
my time with pain, I have no will...
...to decide what is best for us.
I have taken steps toward my trust
for him but sometimes I think that
all the growth we have done attacks
the the very fiber of our life.
I feel it is the roll of dice...
...when I get hurt I bury so
the opportunity to grow.
Copyright 12-24-2008 ©® Sarah Sisson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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