Introspection (Page 15)

A close-up view of the construction of a large wooden rollercoaster, taken from below. Light-brown steel rails sit atop a wood-encased steel structure.

The view from here is quite a sight.
I grip in fear, as knuckles go white.
Not letting go, I hold too tight.
Afraid I’ll fall from this dizzying height.

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Sun rays silhouette a man as he walks up a grassy hillside stairway toward a blue sky.

If I open up and share
all my struggles, all my shame
Will it reach the others
giving hope, replacing pain?

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Large wooden movable-type letters that, together, spell out "Lost & Found" sit amongst a variety of metal movable-type letters.

If I am going to do this
I will have to give it my all
No holding back
No holding back

It is time to bear my soul
Time to open up and take a chance
‘cause without truth there can be no love
No real love

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The hidden underside of a large glacier is visible through the turquoise waters of Antarctica.

Wearing my mask,
you see what I let you.
Only showing,
what is acceptable.
I hold back the pain,
pretend it’s all roses.
Never let you see,
what’s under the surface.

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A fork stands atop a gravel road, near mountains. The tines are touching the tiny gravel beneath them. A few cars and a couple of fences can be seen in the distance, lining the road.

a fork in the road actually represents five choices.
We can go forward in one clear direction or the other.
We can go back the way we came.
We can sit right where we are and remain comfortable…

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Looking out from within a darkened room, the indigo night sky is aglow, littered with stars.

I thought that I would sit down, and write just how I feel,
but right now, this point in time, nothing seems quite real.

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A photograph of a Monarch butterfly hanging from a cluster of purple and orange flowers

The way that I was made,
the people I have known,
have all played their role,
in the way that I have grown.

All the things I’ve gone through,
the trials I have faced,
all those things, both good and bad,
have led me to this place.

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