I am staggered,
as I take steps,
to seize the days,
that I am left.

By self imposed
value judgments,
and well meaning,
who begrudge them.

Whose certainty,
in my regard,
is founded on,
handy canard.

They would do well
to trust their friend.
My path my own,
I say again.

And I must trust
my inner voice.
To live a life
of my own choice.

M. Zane McClellan

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