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Sliding Into Reality


In the beginning it wasn’t all playgrounds and curly slides

But rather husbands at my moms blue bedside 

No long term relationships 

But now I know what it is

No comfort in stability

But now I have adaptability

 

What was wrong with a trying childhood 

That’s just it, nothing

I still found imagination 

Still strive with ambition

Still hit that curve with no limitation

 

Because I see what life is 

Full of contradictions 

We make it our own 

We are not inclosed 

Rather it’s under our jurisdiction

 

My curly slide was blue with a chip in the end

My sky is blue with a sun in the center

My sun has left my curly slide faded

Sun bleached

but forever my mentor  

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