There Must Be a Limit

HOW MANY TIMES

how many times do I get to say,
this isn’t who I am, this is not me
without proving I have ever been
someone else

how many times do I get to cry,
grieving things I’ve left undone
without admitting I had never dared
begin them

how many times do I get to write,
questioning this life and that beyond
without accepting I have rejected
every answer

how many times do I get to judge
the parts of myself I hide from view
without revealing I have never learned
to love

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