A Karma ran over my Dogma
By Emilee Petersmark

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I'm holding my life
Taught between my fingers--
Stretching it out with every deed done.
Hard as I try, the good things that come
Pull the ends further apart;
The home-warming feelings are shattered
By the song of strain,
But oblivious am I
Until the band snaps,
Coming back to hit me in the face.