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I'm having a hard time
feeling grateful.
Not keeping it real.
Or is it in reality?
Too painful
not knowing who's for me
who's against.
And guessing at the monster
that is in between.

The one who's not quite as they seem.
They flash their vibrant colors.
Am I growing color blind?
The monsters simply shape and shift.
Adapting to the emotional climate.

Adults learn to be chameleons.
Children deal in absolutes.
Lies and their metaphors adapt and
change even more quickly.
Trust me. Trust them. Trust myself.
"Who?" I asked.

Nothing or no one answered.
Nothing being a sordid forever.
Except eternity and damnation.
Where is the salvation?

In the sky?
In the earth?

Copyright June 22, 2013 All Rights
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Melissa A. Howells Meloo /Tilt-a-World
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