A virus
Violent in the silent
Subtle way of the
Secret violence of the self
Never shared
Always there
Never gone
Always coursing
Through minds
Attached to thoughts
Attacking ideas
_
Ideas of self
Thoughts of others
Virulent transmissible
Transmitted through thought to
Thought from idea to
Idea and the way out
_
Is not to reject
Not to shout
Your own infallibility but to
Embrace it.
_
I can be
Could be
Mistaken.
I can be
Could be
Wrong.
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Move on.
_
Don’t let doubt plough
Deep furrows
Move onto pastures
Green fresh
With promise of
Better
Thoughts
Brighter
Ideas.
About the Creator
Roderick Makim
Read one too many adventure stories as a child and decided I'd make that my life.
I grew up on a cattle station in the Australian Outback and decided to spend the rest of my life seeing the rest of the world.
For more: www.roderickmakim.com
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