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There is not just one single soul
That knows the way
My thoughts may roam
Not even I can justify
The inner workings of my mind
I do not ask you to make sense
Of which way up
Not down its bent
But understand it does not come
Through fault all of my own
It comes from other source unseen
The many things I've done or been
Put through by my own family
Or maybe my own foe
The answer quite a mystery
No way to find what I may seek
But know this
I am not quite right
To just not let it go
So if you wish to lend a hand
And help me fix or maybe mend
Some pieces of the parts of me
Then maybe you can set me free
But please don't come
And try to help
If quite incapable of stealth
Enough to not hinder my health
In picking up
What's left of me
About the Creator
Kristina Negron
I have been writing since I was a teenager but I have always been too shy to share my work. This year I resolved to discover myself and be courageous in expressing my creativity. I live in upstate NY and write mostly poetry as a hobby.
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