I had a form to fill the other day <br />Which, when completed, could be said to be <br />An outline of my life. How carefully <br />I edited the story to portray <br />Apparent purpose, shaping facts so they <br />Would inter-lock and leave no hint of the <br />Long stretches, haunted by uncertainty, <br />That came between. Although I shouldn't say <br />So, when completed, I was qute impressed; <br />I seemed a person I'd be pleased to know. <br />Until I realised it was the rest - <br />The many failures that I didn't show, <br />The doubts and longings that I'd not confessed - <br />That, in the wilderness, had made me grow.<br /><br />Mary Spain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/between-the-lines/
