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Anticipation, clearly written on my face

Not a word spoken, as you know I need space

Dedicated actions, but with no where to go

All the thoughts are hidden, restricted with no flow

Lost in such a moment, that time begins to fly

Tears lowered on my cheeks, allowing me to cry

Recollection of events, but none seem to make sense

No order to the sequence, in which have made me tense

A wish I made to be here, approved and here I stand

One day a smile will be here, controlled and in my hand

What makes me low sometimes, is just knowing I was caught

Filtered of the pleasure, but since then I have fought

I now have so much strength, and nothing in my way

A life with smaller hurdles, is ought to let me stay

© Tess 31/01/2006