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Broken September 24, 2007

Posted by vsap in Poetry, Uncategorized.
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Peace is broken
on occasion by the Beep beep beep of
a construction truck backing up
and maybe the rumble of I-40 traffic.

But I find it peaceful just the same
seated in the back of a
mini-van at a state park.
I need the moments of quiet.
I need the moments of rest.
I come here because my
schedule is loose on purpose.
I didn’t want to run from airport to platform
trying to beat the clock,
trying to beat the clock.

I held on to dreams
a long time
And it’s been a long
time deferred or faded
If I admit the truth I
never pursued them with
my whole heart,
Convinced
they couldn’t be achieved
Convinced
they weren’t worth believing.

But now I’ve got to
start to believe.
I’ve got to stop turning
my back to the pain and admit
To suffering that has
plagued me for decades.
Still, I will carry on stone-faced
And swear that no one
on this earth will ever know it.
And that is wrong, like
it has been from the beginning.

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