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Madly
Going through an old suitcase filled with bits of paper, old letters and journals, etc., I came across a poem I had written long ago. My first thought was, "What was I thinking?" My second thought was, "I haven't changed at all." Here, with a few minor edits, is that poem.
Time to let go, and to let go again
Time to trust, and to trust again
To be strong, free, and female
To have ambition and opinions
And the drive to stick it out
In spite of fears that bring you down
That can, in fact, drown
I have the strength to keep on
And maybe today, or maybe tomorrow
Someday, in some way
I will find my happiness
And I will not give in
I will not let go
I will find my happiness
And I will not let it go
And if I live my life,
My life, on my own,
Always on my own,
I will not forget the knowledge
Or the certainty
That now and forever, I am,
And always have been,
Madly in love
