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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545685" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As I Walk...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I walk along this unknown path of emotions<br>I find myself in front of a mirror...staring at a sad eyed<br>soul with rags of despair draped over its shoulders and<br>an anvil chained to its heart. What is this? I ask<br>myself and the answer comes to me...<br>This is you, how you feel on the inside...you are a torn<br>soul, lost and confused while laden with despair and<br>a heavy heart.<br>This I already knew...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I lower my head...<br>What am I to do besides go on and hope<br>that I make it through the day without<br>choking or crying? I am only so strong<br>and this trial has pushed me beyond those limits<br>of strength. It's ok though, I am not ashamed to admit<br>that I have cried over my actions and feel regret and<br>despair. In admitting this I find my humanity, the part of me<br>that beats to the steady rhythm of my heart...this heart chained<br>to an anvil in symbolism of my regret and pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I look up into my own eyes and see<br>red circles, what I have done to myself? <br>More importantly, what have I done to her? <br>This expression of despair and regret does no<br>justice, it only scratches the surface...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Staring at the mirror for hours I find that each<br>rag of despair recedes...the anvil grows smaller as<br>each link in the chain slowly dissolves. Over time, I know<br>now that I shall heal...but what does it matter? I'll live<br>with this for the rest of my life. I may heal but when...when<br>shall I forgive myself? When will I be forgiven? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I turn my back and walk down<br>the darkened path of despairing emotion.<br>I feel the mirrors glare on my backside, <br>I wonder if my reflection stayed put and<br>holds a knife?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ryan+Sanders">Ryan Sanders</a><div class=q>
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an anvil chained to its heart. What is this? I ask
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