I need to of my center find,
Before my life halts to a grind,
Of myself inside I am in a bind,
My center does exist somewhere within my mind…
I have not forgotten,
My past wrong doings,
They stand with me daily,
I maintain their clarity…
I admit to myself,
I admit to the world,
To myself I do herald,
My life was imperiled…
I now need to of this past,
Make it go away forever & last,
Into the fires of hell these wrongs must be cast,
Even within the self, I must realize it is passed…
© ed ~ 1/1/07
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