Saturday, July 11, 2009

No Exit

Wherever I go,
there I am.
My past,
even what I can't
recall--
there I am.
Every scar,
every question,
every tangled web--
there I am.
Can't I change my skin,
lighten my load?
I'm so tired
of dragging
these burdens of regret.

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