#1807-Murky
12/07/2022
Sometimes,
What’s in front of me,
Is hard to see.
On good days,
I’m accepting and generous,
Until my eyes,
Can feel what they seek.
But on others,
It’s a futile fight,
For no matter how I try,
I know deep inside,
Things simply aren’t
What they seem.
Those are the hardest days,
To be me.
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