Poetry
I choose to share. Sharing publicly and vulnerably is rare, but it is one of the only ways we learn from each other. It is how we receive feedback, challenge old beliefs, and transform. If we never share, we never discover what needs correction. Enjoy scrolling and reading.
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If the World Ends, Let It
Artificially upholding a false or dead reality will not lead to intimacy
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Too Long
One must not tread upon a time of Prayer or Meditation One must not tread upon a good song Until it is over
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This Body
A playground Dizzy, I dance Bass vibrates my bones to my soul I suckle on savory and drink the sweet Trained fingers pluck melody from string and sinews I make my own music