Slumped in my chair with a present headache,
sits this idea for me to write everyday.
Is it possible I ask myself,
to jump with such joy while have this frown on my face.
The flowers over the wall seem pretty,
so does the sky when sun sets.
Clouds dipped in soft colors sleeping high up against a changing canvas,
makes me realize that…
Laying on my bed as my mind drifts,
I am stuck in wonderland as the minutes stroll by.
Maybe with a change of attitude and personality,
my walk through the door might be much easier.
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Author:
The shadow client (
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Comments1
Brilliant!
'But I, being poor,
have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams
under your feet; Tread softly
because you tread on my dreams.'
from Yeats
(step boldly
let those judgemental eyes
dissipate
as you stride with purpose)
'Maybe with a change of attitude and personality,
my walk through the door might be much easier.'
Only one way to find out dear Poet..
wish you the best of luck
your bravery, justly deserves!
Thank you so much, you kind poet. ✨💖
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