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Saturday, February 4, 2017

But a Speck


If I were a moment,
I’d make myself a forgettable one.

A speck of dust in your eye,
an annoyance you seem to wipe away.

I’d happen every now and then.

If you were a moment,
you’d be the one in my life
where I was taught the lesson;

that it can be the people closest
to you who are the most unkind.

The moment where I realize
I never needed those people to begin with,

and the moment where I gathered
the strength to grow self-confidence

from nothing. . .