Committing–standing up to the task without a known outcome.
But why is it so intimidating
Waiting for a strike of good thought.
Voices say, why to try so hard for the bearers, be unknown.
For you are each judge to one’s court.
So help them shine.
Committing may not lift from here if teams divide.
So please, grab a hand in light, to rejoice with them.
Green flowers will bloom with determination.
Want to live, not only in your soul is there human.
We are all meant to rest, but for good reason; for drive.
Rest your eyes to naturous birds, we will greet her eventually.
Committing means now–test those boundaries, or put cold air up.
There is always gold, that’s why we commit. Even if not lucky.
The passion was still housed within your crown.
Each trial is sacred.
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emily van dyke (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A committed write with a good message. Nicely done
thank you so much!
Relaxation is for being refreshed.
Excellent
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