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Maybe to Definitely
Maybe
And I stress like stretch marks
Only maybe
I no longer know what to do with me
Feasibly
And I stress like a mother
Watching her fetus leave for college
Only feasibly
Emotions leave me confused unreasonably
Perhaps
And I stress like a dog
Surrounded by cats
Nothing more than perhaps
I long for a definition or explanation
As to why I exhale and gasp
Definitely
And I assure you
Like a can of anything
My innards will be consumed till nigh
As my now useless shell
Is shamelessly tossed aside
I am wasting life
Why would I not waste that which may come after
And I stress like stretch marks
Only maybe
I no longer know what to do with me
Feasibly
And I stress like a mother
Watching her fetus leave for college
Only feasibly
Emotions leave me confused unreasonably
Perhaps
And I stress like a dog
Surrounded by cats
Nothing more than perhaps
I long for a definition or explanation
As to why I exhale and gasp
Definitely
And I assure you
Like a can of anything
My innards will be consumed till nigh
As my now useless shell
Is shamelessly tossed aside
I am wasting life
Why would I not waste that which may come after
Published 8th Jun 2013
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Its a beautiful poem, it sounds like someone's is maturing like a fine bottle of wine my dear poet! Thank you and keep writing! You throwing away your shell means your only going to rebel and that's what makes you a new newborn fighter, sham fight!!Crack open some champagne and celebrate, and I hope you don't get stretchmarks :)
