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Don’t

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She sighs softly.

Don’t give up on me.

Don’t give up on me.

I have been fire, I have been ice.

I have been everything in-between.

I’ve been the sun, I’ve been the moon.

All of those times I have felt insane.

I have been alone in the crowd. I have been alone with myself.

I have felt alive in the crowd.

I have felt alive on my own.

I have been the instruments and the voice;

The noise itself.

I have been silence. Nothing but silence.

And I have caught myself when I have fallen.

Don’t give up on me.

And So

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I often think i am done

Whether sun

Or shadow fall on my face.

Even when a smile curves my lips

A battle may rage

Within;

This at any time.

I walk upon stone,

I walk upon dirt

Both hurt

When the weight is heavy.

Though i stand tall,

A smile curves my lips.

Each breath a blessing

As i fill my lungs with air,

As I stretch up to the sky with all my might

The weight gets lighter,

My feet less tender.

I look at my heart. 

It has no boundaries

Nor my mind in fact.

Every cell,

Every atom

At peace if I allow it to be.

And so it flows through me,

And so I am.

Never Give Up

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Never give up on humans.

(Yourself included)

We are all doing the best we can

Wherever we may be on the

Wild journey

Called life.

All from different backgrounds,

Different families.

Some come from steadfast foundations,

Some grew up in battlefields.

Patience.

Compassion.

Some feel stuck in places they don’t belong

But we get frustrated with them.

We see things differently.

Perspective.

Relativity.

Gentle speak,

Steady love.

 

Believe in one another.

There is more good,

There is more beauty than

Some choose to see everyday.

Stop listening to the noise

And listen.

(If you are ready)

Stop giving up

And sit in stillness.

Go back to the beginning.

Look

And see.

Hold your gaze in one place

And see.

(we all get lost)

Sing softly to those who are lost

And help them return

To themselves.

(When you are ready)

Do not be discouraged.

Realization

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Too much,

Too little,

Then nothing.

Gray sky.

Black sky,

Blue.

My moods waning from here to there.

The dog whimpers in her sleep

And I wonder was it a good whimper or is 

There something

Disturbing going on in her dream?

I walk to the door and open it

As if welcoming some unseen guest.

Is it merely air that i need?

My imagination being of no steadfast company

To me this day.

And words, well

They are all crashing in my brain,

And as quickly as they come,

None.

So here I am standing, staring into the trees 

Waiting for some big

Realization.

All I can think of is you.

Once again you have saved me and I cannot 

Form words;

Bring breath to the why or how.