Stefani

There was no telling

In Poem on April 17, 2011 at 9:19 am

There is no telling what would happen if I surrendered.
There is no telling what would happen if I gave up.

There is no telling what would happen if I ran.

Ran away,
Ran to,
Ran from,
What?

It’s never too late to find out,
So I convinced myself to surrender.

I convinced myself to give up,
To give in.

I jumped.

I hit rock bottom.

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