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The days are upside down
A whirlwind of unknowns
Each morning, I face them
A mirror image of who I am
But where do I need to be?
I overlook the important
To dwell in the mundane
Endlessly searching for me
Wondering where I went
Yet, never finding myself
It’s a brutal pattern
A continuous thread
Unraveling, dangling
With no scissors in sight
To cut away the fray
Until it is too late
Everything I have done
Denigrated, criticized
Until the attacks cease
Forever brought to an end
Authors Note: Just letting you know I am fine. My poetry, lately, has been reflective of those who are not fine. I am merely a voice for those who cannot speak…
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 