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This poem was written in Sept. 2009. It is my reflection of past transgressions.

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I sit; I wait, think, and contemplate; as I reflect my life’s journey. The paths I chose to walk while trapped between myself and a hard place.

I was blinded to my own afflictions.

I don't see through the same eyes yet embedded are the cries of my transgressions, as I was trapped between myself and a hard place.

Reflection keeps me sane as I strive to maintain a renewed sense of self. I will remain free for no longer will I be trapped between myself and a hard place.

Marqueta (2009)

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[Subjective Sanity]

WOW! I really love this one. It is very original. It has a really nice flow. Very beatnik. I can almost hear the beat as I read it. I'm going to add it to my favorites if you don't mind. ; )