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Unfinished Poem

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I can't stay here
wrapped up in myths
of a time
I can't forget, yet
cannot take the time
to relive.

I am expanding in all directions.
And a new world is there
that I have discovered.

Freedom, liberation which begins
as a word and becomes a way
of existing.

I survived while others
of my old crowd dried up
and ruined their potentials.

Fame, recognition.
I don't care for these as
much as some think, and yet,
I care more for them than
they would understand.

Acceptance.
An odd sort of word.
What if some accept me
and others do not?

Does it really matter?
Chris G. Vaillancourt
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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