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Fibers of my darker side,
I drag the bag behind me,
Born empty but it wasn’t long
before someone started to fill it.

Parents first, for all their love,
began with sorrow, then the guilt.
It is not just at twilight
that shadows grow long.

Oh dark, accusatory duffle,
Deep satchel of indiscretions;
all the things I should have done
but didn’t, or did but shouldn’t,

I embrace you.
You are the obstacles
that I have overcome;  You could not exist
if there were no light.

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