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Wednesday, 05 May 2010 13:40

I will not be turned from the path I choose, unless I choose it.

The truth shall be my shield, my faith will be my strength.

For those who test me, I give thanks, for you are the source of my pain but at the same time,

Wednesday, 05 May 2010 13:34

I set myself a goal, one I thought not easily reached - I tried it as a test.

I kept my doubt awsay from my hope of success - I often wanted to rest.

I gathered my force of will and focused on that goal - I would always give it my best.

I tried hard, without rest, giving it my best - and captured what I sought.

As I walk I wonder, will she?

As I sit I ponder, did she?

As I lie in bed I think, does she?

My heart is bursting with longing for her.

My head is spinning from thinking of her.

My thoughts are of her, and her alone.

My God, please give her to me.

If you love me why do you do the things that you do?

If you hate me, why do you stay?

If you want me, why do you stray?

If you need me, why do you back away?

I see you and what you do.

Do you think I am blind?

Do you think that I won't mind?

Do you think that I am stupid?

Do you think that I'm a slave to cupid?

Well..., do you?

Climbing the dark stairs seemingly forever, the dull ache spreads.

I steady myself with my fingertips, dust coats them as paint crumbles from the wall.

Handrails, long gone, a luxury faintly remembered.

The smell of urine permeates the moist, soundless, air.

Stepping carefully, always watchful, shadows darkening,

I safely reach a numberless door... scratch for the lock and then hurriedly enter.

The safety of home.

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