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    I was at my wits end and didn’t know where to turn,
    How could this happen, how can I be here again?
    Why is this a lesson so hard for me to learn?

    I promised myself that I’d only go forward and I wouldn’t do the
    Same things,
    There would be no looking back,
    I was in euphoria, my sun was shining the birds were singing
    Their song,
    How did I not see when my sun started fading and turn to black?
    I was high on my self made cloud that I had named and stamped in bold letters,
    “Neffy’s Pride,”
    Not realizing that my real joy, peace, and happiness had already departed
    And decided to hide,

    I was falling, fast and hard with no one there to catch me,
    On my way down in my darkened world, were all the things I’d done wrong,
    Bright as day for me to see.
    I hit a wall of pain that I had made on my way up that rickety ladder,
    Not realizing that the pain I’d dished out would be mine cause at the time it didn’t matter.

    My tears were of regret, and held for me nothing but shame,
    I had no idea I had caused so much pain on my climb,
    But now I see that I was solely to blame.

    And as I cried with remorse eating away at my heart,
    I asked the Lord to grant me the power to make up for all the trouble I caused and to make a new start.

    When at last I opened my eyes and through my tears of regret and sorrow,
    I knew I was granted another chance, and not because of happenstance,
    That I could look forward to tomorrow.

    Lo and behold who were the first ones there ready and willing
    To be the first to see and forgive me,
    Shining brighter than the light of day the faces of my family.

    By
    Nefetoria Mack

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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