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Letting Go

Dry eyes, dry mouth
I lie in wait for something to believe in

I fear I've lost my way, fallen off the path 

But somehow I manage to get back up again 

I wonder does anyone ever think of me

Do they know what goes on inside? 

Do they even really know who I am? 

If they do, would they please tell me 

I see myself as different to the rest

I hate to follow a universal trend 

But in doing so, am I alienating myself? 

Am I rejecting what I should embrace? 

I feel my head swelling, I feel it letting go

Of potentially damaging secrecies

I'm glad of this release I've been granted 

And that I will never know what they were

Author notes

Written on 1st August 2007 at 00:24 GMT

This is the second poem I've written in months. Also taken from a mix of challenges given to me through my contest: secrets of me and writing in the moment.

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  • pattyann4500
    August 5, 2007

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    This is an excellent piece, Laura. I guess we all go through those times when the words won't come, but for only the second you've written in months, you've come up with a wonderful and telling piece. Hugs, Patricia