poem #29

I long to be accepted

While still being true

I long to be perfected

As my inner being grew

I began to understand

I no longer needed your rescue

My understanding started to expand

My mind was timeworn

Life was unplanned

My old self I mourn

My new self was born

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Terza Rima:aba, bcb, cdc, dd.

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~ by kernerkellienztp on April 28, 2010.