It did not come quick
It was a drawn-out process
Of agonized waiting
Of disorienting doubt and confusion
No, the light of hope
Did not burn bright or clear
It flickered and flashed
Before ultimately dying out
The resulting freedom
An opportunity to shine
Does not explain its necessity
It’s a truth I’ve never,
And cannot, accept
GPL 9/7/11
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