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Bow and Arrow

March 18, 2019

 

I am in charge of the bow,
but I am not sure where arrow is aiming.
Voices of friends and acquaintances pull it back
for me as I try to force them off with the nudge
of my elbow. I send in my letters of resignation,
and I’m reminded that I am ‘outstanding,’
though I am lacking a sense of belonging
that I’ve been longing
for years
trying to hold back the tears
because I finally have control
as I point my arrow in a different direction.

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