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Volitional

What is thrown my way
but dart after dart
their steel tips poisonous
but never deadly

Over the years I count
those making contact
wonder what has become
of those that had missed

Off in the distance
I reflect & replay
the haves & have nots
all shades of consequence

Chasing the setting sun
another chapter closes
finding myself cured
of all self-inflicted wounds





august two thousand twenty-four
copyright j matthew waters
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