Poem 626 (2)

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Fallen over, Broken at the base but not surrendered– proud even when all else seems lost. Clinging to what vanity remains, there is something to be said for it– but what?

Everything– follow me into the forest. I can’t promise you it will lead anywhere but exactly where you’re meant to be.

Scars add character.

In the end be collapsed in all the glory of the adventure.

 

Poem 618

The sun rises, sets, repeats each day.
The moon follows suit.

Dancing with the stars instead of among the clouds.

A siren’s beat pulses in the air–hypnotizing

How high can you go– if you let go of everything?

Without ever leaving the ground–

Poem 27

Everyday I see my dreams.
It’s in the way she walks,
It flows from her when she speaks,
The sound of it unmistakable.

Success will never taste as sweet.

Each day I hear myself as her, see myself as her, feel myself as her.

A transformation from good to great to
Better.