Was
Running away from everyone in hopes of helping myself
Now lookin around, I've no one, so instead I've hurt myself
To become a diamond, a rock must endure the fire
So how could I have expected better
when I refused to go through the weather?
Family & friends now lost in hopes of emotional wealth
But perhaps I should have realized my error when I began to lose myself
Confused - my spiritual well-being now more derranged
Lonely and afraid, I no longer force my own corrections, but sit and wait for change...
by Dorlette Pierre-Louis
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runnin away is not a choice.....now i know what its like.....i love this poem=]
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