By Adrienne Hill
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You are in my face everyday, telling me that I can
and cannot Forcing my conscience forward, right, left, and
back again. At times you turn me in circles, by heatedly
looming over, Over my very being, my very existence. Mocking me and cutting me off at every pass. It seems, however, that we are at a standstill for we lean on each other in order to survive. You relying on me to achieve a sense of purpose
and I need you to keep me safe. One day I shall be rid of you and your kind. No more shall you make inconveniently sensible demands.
Even though I needed you, you will not be missed. Actually, in the end, your departure from my life will be bitter sweet. |