Guilty- Head In the Sand
Sometimes the dialogue I have with my ostrich-like self
drums on the door of the closed minded truth
Rewriting, revising, shoved back on the shelf
life's turbulent reality starts shaking things loose
No matter, how hidden, how deeply they are buried
my conscience determines to shovel them out
The child inside me, denies what is often re-storied
but can't deafen the voice, when reality shouts
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3/17/16
For Contest: It's Time To 'Fess Up
Sponsore: Lin Lane
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2016
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