no, it is true
there is no harder thing
than rising to leave
no temperate word can
hold the hair from your eyes
no top-heavy logic can
keep the well from spilling over
no guard dog to reason can
heel the doubt in your ankles
the days that slip out after
will be peppered with apology
the loudest will be
your own.
CarnivalDark 
lovely thoughts
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