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Writer's pictureTimothy Johnson

Confine me not

Confine me not to a tiny corner where fear grips me.

Where the ghosts of the past mock me.

My spirit yearning for a brighter path.

A integrity rising above adversity.

A hunger for a deeper kind of love overcoming

the dark tides.

Confine me not to a small dark pit where there is no

escape from doom.

In all that is moral may my convictions run deep.

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Shira Garnett, Admin
Shira Garnett, Admin
Oct 22, 2019

Deep! Nicely written.

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