Wednesday, March 9, 2011



I stand at the horizon,
of today and tomorrow.
So tempted to look back
and be swallowed by sorrow.

I wonder have I really,
traveled so far?
Standing here today,
I feel the scars.

I know they never,
that they never go away.
Even standing here.
Between tomorrow and today.

Dg 12/05

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