Within my breast there lurks an accusation.
I think it’s not from me but another.
I can’t remember the source, the meaning, or the reason.
I feel a loss; a separation.
Should I cast it out or re-educate it?
Should I go to it and lament with it until it leaves or transforms?
Or should I rise to a place where such as this cannot touch?
It may be just another fragment of an ever breaking heart.
Nourishment needed
Warning heeded.
I’ll send it back with love to the accuser
All must grow, high or low
Our independence secure,
Having taken the cure.
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