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Reaching Up
by Andi Lutz
I reach up for help,
I see it is not there,
and deep within me starts to grow
a need for my own independence
Beneath independence lies
roots of disappointment
This disappointment fills my veins
pulsing to this day
History says, others fail me,
my needs long forgot,
while I stay,
constantly reminding
of my wants
Past teaches me not
to reach up for help
but to reach inside
for answers,
answers no one else can give.
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