I heard the voices and made choices
Critical of me!
Inside it made me realize
More was there to show!
And even though what others saw,
My purpose is to grow!
That might mean taking risks of which
I am always prepared to do…
And doing that is often frightening,
When scrutinized in public view!
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Why do you hold your stomach…As if you are sick?Why do you wave your hand?You wish for more…Or do you wish for me to stop it?Which is it?Give me a sign by patting your foot.Two means stop.And one means go!Don’t give me that look.I don’t understand now what you want!Because both arms are swinging wildly.And…
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I want.
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To the rim.
Spilling.It can be used.To soak a sponge.If it was liquid.But it just sits,Evaporating its contents.Whatever the act of the intention meant!
Baby oh baby.
Complications you make easy.You make me comprehend like I can…Without one spite.Baby oh baby.You make my moon reach closer to believe.I can reach for the stars and make it.And pocket everything,In between!Baby oh baby.You forgave and forgot for real.You helped me mend what I was leaving.To grieve with wounds,By myself…I know would never heal.Baby oh…