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Here I stand silently

flushed and tearful-

in my broken pride,

like a storm-cloud,

laden with rain and

charged with lightning,

lowering over the horizon...



Why was I so proudly confident

that one day you would be mine-

and that you would have me in confidence?



What stood in our way?



Nothing perhaps,

It was all a tangle

of a multitude of things-

nothing definitely palpable...



Perhaps I am a mystery to my own mind.

If once the whole of myself should know me,

I would then fling it all away,

and reach beatitude !

or perhaps forget my lost, false pride...