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Poem on ignorance of living

Photo by Maksym Kaharlytskyi

No one showed me how to live
Isolated and blind
Stumbling around in the dark
Guessing over time

Instincts often failed me
Examples were weak
Intentions my only guide
How do I be me?

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Cindy Bahl

Cindy Bahl

Published Poet | Writer | Astronomer | Software Engineer | Pen on writing advice, chronic pain, mental health, and poetry.

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