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Life, Trued



Poetry. It’s a love-hate thing that I’m mostly indifferent about. I have no idea why I’ve been on a writing binge of it. I confuse myself often. Enjoy, or throw up in your mouth. I do both simultaneously.


How far down a road traveled
Before you know you’re lost
Before you sum the cost
Before you mourn the loss
Before you
Life unraveled

To where from here?
The road inside
Do not fear
Be quiet
Be still
What’s that beat I hear?

Time for mending
Of glass shards I’m tending
Of cuts unending
Pieces rearranging
The shape is changing
A new story containing
Only truth remaining

Of intent and will
But questions still
Fear is mind’s nil
A one tree hill
I have dreams to fulfill

Photo Credit: Jack Delano/Library of Congress
{ 3 comments… add one }
  • Judy Ellis April 13, 2015, 1:00 pm

    i liked it Cabot, trust your dream and just write.

  • Cydney May 10, 2015, 2:36 pm

    Prolific prose! Enjoying your writings very much…all have me reflecting on my life experience.. Thanks so much for bravely sharing!

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