THREE DAYS OF LIFE
A time of growing
experiencing things not yet sampled
days of war within and without
discovering that getting is not as good as giving
writing my story in memories.
Where I am
looking back and looking forward
watching for signs
jaded...too wise...too innocent...
moving toward the exit
Wondering what waits
Can my heart bear more?
There are no memories
A blank page to be written upon
Borrows the hope of things to come
It waits like an expectant mother waits for her child
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