For Cathy

They come at me
In all directions
Never quite understanding
My emphatic objections

The longing for peace
In the simplest form
As sadly I realize
Will never be the norm

Though try as I might
To gather my thoughts
So many emotions
Have me troubled and fraught

I want to break free
And although I may try
I remember what matters
And quietly sigh

 

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