the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 42 – He’s Swift, Makes the Tides Shift

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Shit, what happened to him?

As soon as he got here, he left.

Barely gave me a chance to think.

To speak.

Must I retreat?

Back into my cave of no confidence, pure innocence?

Hell no.

Stop it.

You may not stop him, but you can stop your reaction to your lack of action.

Next time, no, this time, like right now, do something.

He may be around you, passing you, chasing you and pushing you down.

But that does not mean he can forge the sword that cuts you.

Move, let your movement control the minute that you are in.

Otherwise, he’ll take that away from you too.


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