This is me

this  
doubt I feel
my fragile self
as I sit upon the shelf
all I am  
is doing only
this
 
is
there a way
to balance all
dancing while no pieces fall
just tiny grains
forgotten of what
is
 
me
I have been
and still remain
supposedly I will regain
my footing on
the riverbed of
me

———
http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/day-18/

This was meant to be a poem beginning and ending with the same word. Well, mine are stanzas, but I think it works just the same. It reminds me of a musical structure. 

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