In Morning Mists (a poem)
Swirling, twisting, turning thoughts,
where life and imagined meet.
Long forgotten graveyard plots,
and grass beneath my feet.
Swirling, twisting, turning thoughts,
where life and imagined meet.
Long forgotten graveyard plots,
and grass beneath my feet.
If your goal is to get ahead in the world,
all that you gained will be gone
when this life ends.
But if instead you work
to shape your character,
it will be a part of you
as you step into eternity.
You may not be able to change the whole world,
but you can change yours.
If you live your life in a box,
it really doesn’t matter
how pretty it is on the outside.
Though starkly intimidated
perhaps overly concerned
with what others think
still I reach out to you
Creativity in search of comfort
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
Many seem content to walk
when they are made to fly
And though I walked among them
my dreams were in the sky
Thoughtless words can often hurt
and even bring a tear
to the eye of one we love
a heart that we hold dear
When it’s there to plainly see,
the sin in someone’s life,
am I first to cast a stone,
or will I carve the line?
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