These four poems were written by me many years ago, and only recently discovered within the pages of a workbook - holding their secrets until my world had a place to share them.
| Atlas Shrugged Why did Atlas shrug? Simply to lighten the load? or a sign, to an uncaring world, that soon he would choose another road? Paths aren't by nature rough. With potholes, and ditches, and sand. Experience trips the most weary travelers, at moments too tired to stand. Simplicity is, what is- And when jacuzzi bubbles are stripped away Life isn't nearly as heavy As Atlas felt that day. | 
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| Rebecca Rebecca was my childhood friend Perfectly dressed, with curls of gold. A painted smile on her plastic face She never let me down. Branches reaching to the sky, sillouettes Of a child reaching down. Faith that a hand up can come From the most unlikely places. Do I discard these simple icons, Strength from hope so pure and true? And even hands which grasp with strength Can't always make me whole again. | 
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| Pride and Prejudice And tall I walk And loud I laugh And strong I feel Before my fall. And hard I am And cold I act And proud I feel Though not at all. And how they talk And how they laugh When once again I act so true. And why again I play the fool When all along I had it's clue. | 
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| Dante's Inferno When once again we take a stand Serious as it will be And vow to love each other well Unto eternity. Will we now know, with hearts filled up The best that we can be? Will we remember other times Of deep disparity? Will the knowing then make sense Of vows too young to tell, That life gives both the good and bad- The Heaven and the Hell. | 
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