i see my fantasy waiting outside of time, I choose what was mine and ours once upon a generation. I may be lying to myself because my desires are declined.
So no more climbing with the crabs I've realigned my crooked spine and now I have so many divine gifts only for them to steal my shine. Why was I designed like this?
Programmed to serve, if I resigned it would be the biggest risk of all. The temptation of giving up, testing my will and resolve.
The future is now and the present is sublime. So pay no mind to the epic fails of the ones who came before. They now become the lore. I wonder how deeply they questioned themselves to become so detoured.
But here I am, this time less will be more. I am what the ancestors sacrificed for. Inside is the torch, forever burning in my core
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DREEK0 (Pseudonym) (
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Keep the ‘torch’ in your ‘core’ burning-if it guides you to ‘service’ please don’t resist and let the haters go-glad you are publishing here again-I just had a musical inspiration from one of the gems, Miss Etta James, you are welcome to visit the poem, if you like her music as well…
Thankyou for your kind words. Definitely going to check it out
Great flow and use of imagery. Powerful.
Thankyou
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