I’ve no idea where I’m going
Can’t remember where I’ve been,
Did I mean to lose my way
No, that was unforeseen.
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I have friends who try to guide me
So that I never go astray,
But my terrible sense of direction
Always leads the wrong way.
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I continue to change as I grow older
Take more notice of my surrounds,
But life is balancing on a tightrope
And I’ve no idea how to get down.
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Most of my decisions seem wrong
It’s not often that they are right,
It’s like I’m caged and chained
With no escape in sight.
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My tears are the rain falling
My rage, the roar of the wind,
I’m searching for my place in life
Uncomfortable in my own skin.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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