the year of lyrics: a poetry project

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

Day 169 – Three Tenses

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I must be honest: I tumbled downward, into the past.
But then I felt the surge subside; I remembered that it wasn’t meant to last.

I wrestled with the thought that perhaps I am beyond what I seem.
Yes, I may be on the tip of my toes, but that’s how I discern how to dream.

I don’t want to abandon youth, but I want my heart and spirit to grow.
Obviously I love these steep cliffs – it’d be prosaic if it were a plateau.


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