Friday, July 22, 2011

every pain I've injured had it's fruit.
I've nurtured myself.  Managed.
Helping others, helping myself.
Did not matter because it blooms.

Now that I feel low,
might just mean one thing.
Happiness might just be on its way.
For this time being.
I'm frightened and doubtful, and scared.
Well, I'll just let it be.
I guess.
I'll take my pause here in the dark, with just a beam of light.
rather than take a pause in the light yet darkened by shadows.
I'm a good man.

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