Creating a channel of change
Feeling displaced, misplaced, and suffocating
Running low on oxygen hyperventilating.
Debilitating trying to keep pace running the same simple human rat race
1st place
But no golden medal is won well, not that I anticipate
No, not for simply existing through change under a bright fireball we call sun in exchange for human life, and so a new legacy is born and past well preserved yet still
Alone even amongst the billions of earth civilians
Isolated. Self-love and esteem deflated
Rushing to keep up in this long-distance jog we call life , living , allowing the universe to do as it wills with us until we die
You know, the little sparks that keep the sun ignited that's us, until our bright falls dark and even still some are
trying to keep some part of hope alive with breath inside of a skin spirits grave site. That moves, isn’t stagnate, and still 6 feet under humanity's crushing needs to feel accepted when I hardly even started to accept me
society and old thinking will be the death of the old me
A new me has taken the seat
I've crowned myself the abiding solider, still a mere human being with fresh thoughts, open space to stretch, inhale exhale
Patient with each breath No longer Rushing or making plans which have already been set
I am righteous, lovingly worthy of more than past versions of me who were less than deserving
So, changing those ideas of who I am and what I deserve will allow me to breathe with ease. No more gasping for air with an oxygen mask. I've made the decision to change how I view myself today in the light of something greater than my vision will ever display or thoughts can accordingly convey
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