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Monday, April 17, 2023
Holding Hands
Holding Hands
One's hand holds
when one is cold,
when one is bold,
when one is sold
on an impossible idea;
the idea that love is real
in a world seemingly without,
in a world seemingly about survival
and not the arrival
of a special one.
To Thrive
To Thrive
Tomorrow is never promised
by anyone,
or anything,
at anytime.
Live.
Numb
Numb
There is no pain
in a body gone numb.
No fear of failure,
in a mind gone dumb.
With all five senses,
I determine my own path;
a path upon which
I will feel failure's wrath.
Failure will come to know me
as one who refuses to be
a quitter.
Turtle Dense
Turtle Dense
Turtle shells are dense enough
to protect an innocent's fragility.
Bird wings are aerodynamic enough
to fly above and beyond the threat.
Humans can choose to run and hide,
but it doesn't keep us from feeling the pain inside.
Different
Different
Sometimes, I wish I could laugh
when others laugh.
Sometimes, I wish I could risk
what others risk.
Other times, I like my laugh
and I like playing it safe.
All the time, I need to be me.
Darkest Hour
Darkest Hour
The lost hour of darkness
Birthed in shadow
And claimed by malice
The ignorant asleep in their coffins
In the darkness
The shattered spark of light
Let loose from a shining silver shooter
Awakens from within the power
The power of connection
The power of putpose
The power of will
They fight with this power against the inevitable
A battle of lost gains
It may seem
But it's the only way
To make it to another day
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