Chris G. Vaillancourt

Unfinished Poem

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.

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

Does it really matter?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Poem Edited: Monday, February 7, 2011

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