I often forget to fight for myself
More concerned about the others life brings The infinite space between doubt and a faith An angel flying with her own mended wings Afraid of the nothingness ever on edge Some experiments going awry But constantly leading me closer to Grace A path I can no longer deny. Finding the strength to keep climbing these walls Tortured souls keep on calling my name Unable to live with the hatred existing It’s why I keep playing this game I feel much more deeply than I’ll lead to believe Reactive to the world that surrounds The details do matter; our actions are key But I flourish in the peace that abounds Unresolved situations nourish guilt and the pain Made tolerable in the presence of poise The flicker in solitude; one with my flame Can help me see beyond all of this noise I’m thankful these moments, so small yet in tune With my need for reversing the nuisance Are weaving the dreams I’m destined to create I feel that’s what it means to be human.
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Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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