Keith McHugh Poet Rhyme

Probabilities

Probabilities create possibility,
Probably infinite possibilities,
A probable cause making things possible,
Plausible thoughts are unstoppable,
Operable through this modular,
Atoms are making molecules,
Always following certain rules,
Constantly building new tools,
To use in the space you see,
Eternally expanding,
Demanding us to explore,
A story like never before,
Remember what you came for,
Restore balance to the core,
Before you explode,
Unload your stored emotions,
There's so much more to do,
I'm tired of bills being due,
Like a rat chewing walls,
Running when the money calls,
I feel so damn small,
Falling flat on my face,
Crawling in place,
No urge to embrace grace,
Erasing my possibilities,
I'm counting on probabilities,
I've lived several of these,
And in One I heal this dis-ease

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Kim Rodrigues January 16, 2026 at 12:51 PM It is hard to feel small, sometimes feeling like you want to roll up into a ball, but I treasure the encouragement that helps to bring one back into alignment. I pray my way through. I hope you find your pathway to healing.