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Title: the ragged edges
Author: jessie
Date Submitted: 7/26/2013
Email: jgamboe0923@gmail.com

Poem: The ragged edges our spirits,
something is stirring inside me;
waiting to be born,
waiting to transform.
My skin, achy and itchy
Perhaps I''m about to burst or bloom.
To trust is to let go.
I wait for emotions to untangle themselves and free me from this private hell.
I wait for humility to bring me peace.
I wait for answers and clarity
to restore me to sanity and serenity.
May I live in a graceful state.
I''m surrendering to the unknown.
I wish to be the embodiment of love, patience and peace.
One day. One day....