pulling up my eyelids dragging these old bones out of bed plenty of padding guarding my ribs before you know it I'll be dead
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You will find your own strengths and do your best to develop them to the best of your ability. You like your strengths and believe that one day you will be seen by a great person.
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Let Go To Transmute 🚘 Dog’s ears, Out the left window of The back-seat, Flapping in the warm breeze of A summer’s day
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A single drop fell from the sky, Its voice too soft to amplify. No thunder roared, no tempest came, Yet in its fall, it left a name.
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I’ve been weak, trembling as we speak. I lost my way, never once questioning what they’d say. Against all odds- I rose to the cause, even before I could see the hell laid out before me.
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bitter winds blew me through heavy doors, a small cafe became refuge a shelter from ice chilling my flesh lashing my face
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Healing in Silence In the hush of morning, where shadows lie still, The world takes a breath, a moment to fill. No voices to shatter, no chaos to bind,
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You speak of ADHD as a child's tantrum, A phase to outgrow, a parent's failure to tame. You call it a "TikTok trend," a badge of excuses,
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Processing places Awt to be working; upgrades To the factory. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment Copyright 2024 K.A. Smith
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Inertia it creeps over our living corpses agency it sleeps - bang the gong, bang bang (whispered gasps, cries, but unheard)
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
