Moving Forward
You, I see
A man so blind
Wandering
Behind a nest
Of things.
Waking up
Is heavy, but
I think, I know
The bottom line
Of this.
Flowing through
The sea of guilt
Shame abundant
On my stilts
Weary though
I see what's left
Looking at
What is the best
For me, and mine
In this sweet time
Today.
5-2-09
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