my fears whisper
just below the birdsong
through gritted teeth
A poetic meditation from this morning. I’m up earlier than I’d planned, with a racing mind. Seeking to make world practical and free of risks. A boring life that would be methinks.
Chaos Tamer
my fears whisper
just below the birdsong
through gritted teeth
A poetic meditation from this morning. I’m up earlier than I’d planned, with a racing mind. Seeking to make world practical and free of risks. A boring life that would be methinks.
His soul hides
Deep within old leather covers
Safe upon the shelf
Sometimes pulled down
Blowing dust free
Forgotten poems read
In the fading light
Of dusk
Fears can speak loudly
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p style=”font-family:"”>We must learn to not let them
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p style=”font-family:"”>Paralyze our will