Between the sun and moon
I was made the hero of my own story.
So yes I sit in my glory.
I wait for more to come.
I know that this growth is not done but it’s on its way beating like a drum.
I sit back and look at the sun.
I find balance between the sun and the moon.
I find peace in the life I will one day have to leave.
So I roll up my sleeves.
I sit and wonder if life will always be this hard
So I let my puppy out to play in the yard.
Sometimes the little things help me realize life is a stepping stone.
Sometimes a back lash sometimes it makes me wish for a clone.
Just to have time.
Just to have time to work a little harder.
Live a little more.
To see the trees and leaves and not feel so much pressure to the point it feels like I can’t breathe.
To sit back and relax to finally just be me.
I know that I am growing I can feel it it’s like a sixth sense.
So I keep on going looking at the sun and the moon.
Moving between the trees and the leaves and feeling the water just to find the balance like the tress, leaves, moon, sun, a running woman that needs a drink but keeps going on. I find balance in the things that are hard. I find balance like the man on a tightrope surely to fall but I won't and I don't.
I just keep moving on.
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