Found this poem in my files tonight....I wrote it a long time ago......
I do not want the poison in the me that was there for years.
A YEAR GOES BY
A year goes by
A year again.
I don't know
where I've been.
A daily struggle
to wake and breathe.
An anger builds and
poisons seethe.
A troubled heart,
A jumbled mind
Things were said
Things done unkind.
Where to go?
What to do?
Another year
turns into two.
© danae, 1996–all rights reserved
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