by Brian Kitchens
Published on: Feb 3, 2005
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Type: Poetry

Marching Forward

Seeing what I wanted to see.
Hearing what wasn’t there.
Wishing I were somebody else.

Looking Back

Reality finds me weeping.
My eyes are slowly opening.
Pain finds purpose.

Living

Newfound peace permeates.
Leaves and grass are alive.
Myself I have forgiven.


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