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Everyone is sick these days. Maria from one of my favorite podcasts, Ielts - Speaking for Success, said so. I forgot a bit about issues and life a couple of weeks ago and listened to one of their episodes though I’m not preparing for Ielts again (thank God).
I am looking for new ways of exploring words, quite different than before I got sick. I have come to terms with the poem below, which I started writing months ago.
DECISION
I might have spoken a lot. Being right or wrong - it does not matter, they say.
I was born to be. Being requires the responsibility of deciding. My fears of the others.
Sat, do I play? Do I plan?
Wait. I wait.
Displeasure of being and not pleasing. My decisions and particular problems.
Shared. Each carrying unique drawbacks.
This mark in the gut swallowing every fear that destroys.
Until I live.
This mark in my skin swallows every fear.
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