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Awakened with a chip on my shoulder

The weight of my sorrow to leave me undone

With anger that I cannot justify.

The emptiness too vast to measure

My soul unfulfilled,

And it does not matter what lullabies I sing it,

It weeps gently still.

Will anyone lead me?

Will anyone show me?

Because, I am saddened, and angered

That I cannot write my own story.

So far, I have chapters 1 through 3

And still no meaning.

Asleep with a chip on my shoulder

To let my dreams disturb me;

And perhaps in their impossibility,

I might finally find me.

-Noemi E Garcia Rigsby