Deep within my soul
lies truth
unable to surface beyond
the confines of doubt. Afraid to be uniquely me
I hide behind avid sadness. Watching my ice sculptures
melt into a puddle of nothing.

by Connie Vainavicz

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Hi Connie. I read these 3 poems. Great stuff! I'm impressed! We don't know what other minds are capable of as we interact in daily life.