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Tag: poetry

The River

When I was young, and stupid, cocksure yet ignorant beyond the meaning of the word, I put my oar in the water and knew with certainty that I could paddle against the current. I was its master.

A Waiting

Waiting for life to show you the path Is waiting for disappointment It is not our lot to push, to labor, to force Yet neither…

Be You

Don’t forget that the things we tend to be most defensive or insecure about those real, raw, unfiltered authentic expressions are the very things those…