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UNSEEN
With much sacrilege I did feel toward
Myself for not going to visit her.
It was a violation to my obligation
To honor her in a way that I should.
I know now that it was my selfish ways
That kept me away and brought me to
Realize how much it would have meant.
Nobody knew, but did resent me.
A secret attempt to visit one courageous
Day turning into misfortune as
I with remorse stood at the doorsteps
But refused to open that door.
The core of my concern was that she
Wouldn't recognize me as such.
When she did pass, my heart turned astray
With wandering notions of being unseen.
Michaela Warren 2011
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