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new poem
Five years, heart and soul
built my world—
sciences, pharmacology,
anything that would get me
my dream.
Five years, flying by, but now?
Now, I shatter them.
Superfluous, unneeded.
I have a new dream now.
Good at both, but only one
doesn’t crush my heart.
I want to unfurl myself
from my self-made box
and stretch my wings.
I want to fly
and see
and do.
My new path stretches before me—
daunting, taunting,
making me want things
I’ve never dreamed of before.
As one dream ends,
another begins.
And so, I spread my wings
and jump,
hoping this time
my wings will let me soar.
I dunno if I've talked about this, but I was nominated for Poet of the Year. However, since I can't go to the convention, I'm not eligable for any of the prizes. They will read my poem at the convention in my stead and send me the awards I have already won for a mere $169 plus s&h. ::snorts::
Anyway, new poem. Yeah.
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