Suddenly a dry eye turns moist, a sad occasion of deliverance. To not accept does not give a true plea of deemed denial. I could question myself of trust, but assume be lost in my own uncertainties. To face the denial of an unpleasant past and embrace the beauty of a present. A chin does quiver when unseen, as a scrambled mind confronts pain.
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this line is missing direction, you say assume be lost.. (who assumes) I love this poem, you wrote in prose, (im assuming you intended to) however writing in prose, requires that the writer is much smarter than i am as a writer, so i am assuming you are.. but the prose, draws away from your impact.. pm me if you have questions, i loved the poem (: excellent write 95/100 (: