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Everyday
Of almost every year it seems…
I wake up with the same question
Same thought
Same reverie

What ever will become of me?
Will I ever move from where I am?
To where I should be?
If I do, where exactly will that be?
Will I ever get beyond Me?
Becoming the person… I would like to be?
I awaken every morning
Exhausted, weak, & frustrated
As if wrestling with demons/questions
The whole night through
I so tire of the fight
That I only reluctantly go to sleep
Every night
Knowing the questions
Will still be there in the morning.