Jun 102015

O the night is passing slowly
I am dealing with physical pain
but my mind is soaring

Music stirs me, and the cry of the cicadas
and my worries have faded into nothingness
What’s the worst that can happen?

What’s the worst they can do to me?
They can judge me and condemn me
but they cannot take my pride

I have loved ones, and I have friends
and I refuse to beat myself up again
I don’t worry about the judgment

of “The Gods of Guilt” **

**The title of a Michael Connerly novel

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