Weak and pathetic, that's what I am: to much of a coward to fulfil your plan...
Dreamers not schemers:
Dreams require action: in all the dreaming I create a distraction...
You know I am willing, but the flesh is weak..
Spirit dreaming: incomplete?
I know you are with me, we walk every day...
On you I am leaning: you led the way.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Beautifully said a friend whether spiritual of physical to depend on.
Valiantstar, what a thoughtful piece. I love how it moves from honest self-examination to quiet dependence on something greater than oneself. The closing lines don't erase the struggle, but they offer hope that we don't have to face it alone. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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