I
didn’t intend to be a rebel
to
upset the notions preconceived
and
otherwise but that’s what
happened
I guess I was part
party-animal
part something serious
part
something else hungry
starving
in spirit life careening
which
was ridiculous but it
appeared
so normal but it wasn’t
like
Frost’s diverging road instead
a
downward spiral begun
but
for reasons unknown even
to
me I grabbed hold clinging
choosing
to believe
and
it was good
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I grabbed hold clinging
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and it was good
loved his close...really liked the whole poem!...when our spirits stare we have to find something...let go of what we 'should' do and find our own ways...and this very well written poem spoke to me about this completely
the sum of your parts is greater than...ha....a little wild spirit starved person is not a bad mix you know....
ReplyDeleteThis lovely poem resonates within my heart.
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Clinging on, choosing to believe... so significant, a lesson learned many times a little too late. Never give up the hope.
ReplyDeleteGod probably came and grabbed you up by the scruff of the neck...
ReplyDeleteReminds me a bit of the "hound of heaven" in pursuit of us.
ReplyDeleteExactly. Thank you.
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