yet I do not choose to end my plight
step by mile my feet will walk
word my letter my pen will talk.
Every thought is worth an inking
every emotion has got me thinking
it is here my battle scars do show
visible only to those who know'
between the lines are meanings deep
into souls it slowly seeps
a life fulfilled both love and pain
fighting for survival grain by gain.
And so I leave for you to guess
how it is I handle stress
and as I leave creation's behind
be sure not just to read line by line.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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