Layered (a poem)
All those years piling on layers of my own design, deep and unyielding, packed tight by every boot that walked over me…
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All those years piling on layers of my own design, deep and unyielding, packed tight by every boot that walked over me…
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hand in hand, we left that day, together, come rain or shine.
the longer i live, the more i see, it’s true that love is blind.
words have always, ALWAYS been here for me. yet, now, in this moment, they bring no comfort…
As someone who believes in God and who tries to follow the teachings of Jesus, it pains me to say this but…
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The waves are crashing over me, while life is rushing past. I try to stay above the water but hope is sinking fast.
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This America has always been, as you may have guessed, about conquest.
My thoughts turn, yet the air about me lies still, undisturbed. Tranquility without, while inside I spin.
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I have been thinking, a lot, the last two days—about who I want to be in this moment.
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