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Where do I even began
in expressing the
indepthness of a passion,
and its desires to be all...
that is capable of being?
Born in the hour of completion;
Seven reigns in the ring of wrestling
with my flesh...
Serving mankind a portion of my soul;
and in this I stand firm on solid grounds of gratitude,
gripping the roots of my paths shadow;
that has been carved into the grooves of my hands.
Feeling through the debris of critiscm
-dagger words
 -molded thoughts
while I lye selfishly in a cofin of doubt.
Still trying to hold onto my afflictions;
questioning my ability to perform
the Art of Life
...my Life of which I live within
the silhouettes of guilt,
instant betrayalof back lashing turmoil.
Am I even worthy?
Many times I've wondered,
yet the answer is before me
attached in the footnotes of my own words
within Imperfections Coronation,
and as I receive the trophy of prevention
of overcoming the addiction of being afraid
to Live and speak freely from my pandora's box of secrets.
I shall rest no more upon
the bedsheets of my sorrows song.
Today I live...again
Today my passion sturs a new sauce of rebirth;
of Real Lyfe Poetry.
No longer based with the oils of pain,
but that of refined Dignity and self-preserverance
-in loving me
The pre-destined gifts of my path
may not be of your liking
but respectfully yours,
my respect is sealed in the mind of a born...Artist

KaPricia W. Miller

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