Like water
I can hear the cries as we stamp out the water. I can hear the wind howl when the air becomes thick. I hear the cold bite down on those who are determined to dig.
Oh how I feel distance and cautious. Grateful that nothing is labelled as mine anymore. So thankful that the next one, I pray, doesn't fall.
Suffocating ourselves with this smug look. This contentment in the moment. Oh how they learn. Oh how people soar. Then break from too much force. They crack and before they know it they fall.
Yet I cannot be concerned with that. My time here is critical. I can't play an innocent because I was never really there. Never really could say I had that feature for long. I am limited though in who I speak to.
Rather not be considered too peaceful. For the spark of fire inside of me will become embers. I cannot allow that to rest. Sure I have livid anger to dance beyond fumes. No murder here. Yet if I still was in the world, life would be called to question.
Ah but I don't have that connection anymore. Grateful to sigh and be happy with life as it is now. No need to be weighed down by anything anymore.
Just like the ripples in the water from the wind, yes I spread far and wide. Yet knocking near your shores, oh I bounce off.
Something hold me here, for now. Yet the whispers in nature stand close and cleansing. This grandness of supreme joy has me shaking. It is splendid.
Dare anyone stake a claim on that, I laugh and allude. No more do they have the power. The strength is only chills. I am aware that the earth quakes. I am aware that the thunder cracks.
Yet I am not afraid of that. Nor of you. I stand strong in my life now. The sweetness of never backing down. I am not proud of the things I have done, yet I don't cower from them either. I certainly don't spread more manure to the festering wound either. That, I am not shallow, like others.
I challenge you. Can you feel good about all that you are going to pursue? Are you finally going to be a happy person deep within?
I only hope that you never give up, give in on something you love dearly. I pray that, like the water, everything inside you echoes, reflects your truths.
Perhaps I sound cruel. No. No. I just want you to feel real again. Just like I do.
So make that wind that is shoving you from behind, stop. Stand tall and be courageous in all the pursuits you address. I only hope that you become that person you are proud of, one day.
That is my hope.
For that I may be labelled a fool. Or that I care too much.
Yet, friendly foe, soar! Never look back.
Smile.
Oh how I feel distance and cautious. Grateful that nothing is labelled as mine anymore. So thankful that the next one, I pray, doesn't fall.
Suffocating ourselves with this smug look. This contentment in the moment. Oh how they learn. Oh how people soar. Then break from too much force. They crack and before they know it they fall.
Yet I cannot be concerned with that. My time here is critical. I can't play an innocent because I was never really there. Never really could say I had that feature for long. I am limited though in who I speak to.
Rather not be considered too peaceful. For the spark of fire inside of me will become embers. I cannot allow that to rest. Sure I have livid anger to dance beyond fumes. No murder here. Yet if I still was in the world, life would be called to question.
Ah but I don't have that connection anymore. Grateful to sigh and be happy with life as it is now. No need to be weighed down by anything anymore.
Just like the ripples in the water from the wind, yes I spread far and wide. Yet knocking near your shores, oh I bounce off.
Something hold me here, for now. Yet the whispers in nature stand close and cleansing. This grandness of supreme joy has me shaking. It is splendid.
Dare anyone stake a claim on that, I laugh and allude. No more do they have the power. The strength is only chills. I am aware that the earth quakes. I am aware that the thunder cracks.
Yet I am not afraid of that. Nor of you. I stand strong in my life now. The sweetness of never backing down. I am not proud of the things I have done, yet I don't cower from them either. I certainly don't spread more manure to the festering wound either. That, I am not shallow, like others.
I challenge you. Can you feel good about all that you are going to pursue? Are you finally going to be a happy person deep within?
I only hope that you never give up, give in on something you love dearly. I pray that, like the water, everything inside you echoes, reflects your truths.
Perhaps I sound cruel. No. No. I just want you to feel real again. Just like I do.
So make that wind that is shoving you from behind, stop. Stand tall and be courageous in all the pursuits you address. I only hope that you become that person you are proud of, one day.
That is my hope.
For that I may be labelled a fool. Or that I care too much.
Yet, friendly foe, soar! Never look back.
Smile.
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