What am I holding behind me,
Under my wing, behind my shoulder, in my shadow.
Am I holding my sorrows, my burdens,
My conscience, or my soul, for I do not know.
Is it my intelligence, my fears, my abilities,
Or my faults, what am I holding?
Can I see it, can I hold it, can I feel it
slip through my fingers?
How can I tell what's there?
Will I know it?
Will I understand it?
Will I be able to identify it?
For what reason would I be holding
These things or is it
I who is being held?












Devious Comments
Comments
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They took gullible out of the dictionary
Suddenly throwing a giraffe into a volcano to make water is crazy!
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They took gullible out of the dictionary
Suddenly throwing a giraffe into a volcano to make water is crazy!
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