Introspection (Page 15)

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

If… (a poem)

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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A busy father stands at the kitchen table, working on his laptop, while his lonely son looks at him from the end of the table.

Slow Down (a poem)

Just another busy day
I miss my time with you
Look, now it’s getting late
but still so much to do

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

from the lost & found (a poem)

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.

Under the Surface (a poem)

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.

done. (a acrostic poem)

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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A yellow and black road sign, it shows a road curving to the left toward Humility and a caution symbol in the direction of Arrogance.

Thankful (thoughts)

We all have weakness, strengths and abilities.
How we handle them can make all the difference.

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

Tonight (a poem)

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 photo of the horoscopes section of a newspaper.

Close, real close, just not today (article)

When I was young I would read my daily horoscope
to see what was NOT going to happen to me that day.

(493 words)

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

Who I am today (a poem)

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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A woman stands on a long, wooden dock that stretches out into the distance. She is wearing a lightweight, ivory-colored jacket, striped stockings, and a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor, All Star, high-top sneakers. With both hands, she holds an old suitcase in front of her. It is made of light brown leather, is water-stained, and has a handful of torn and worn out pieces of travel stickers stuck to its front. One of the matching, leather securing straps is missing.

Who Am I? (article)

I started looking deep inside.
Finding ways to let down my guard
and be true to who I am
instead of running and hiding from myself.

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