Pushed and pulled
between waves
of love and rage.
Immeasurable ache
I once claimed
to have missed.
When given the chance,
I shall sing
the drama of my dreads.
Endlessly rebelling against
the ghosts from my past
that in my present
I project.
Although refusing to embrace
the steps of a waltz
I do not wish to dance.
Either here or there,
I will remain true
to myself.
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