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Alone in a room,
alone within eminent doom.
I simmer so deep in saturation
that I forget that isolation happens in extended duration.
For the sake of direction, I reference past chapters
to avoid tried and true mistakes and repetitious history thereafter.
As I join the table of strong black figures, questions illustrate my mind
I intend to lose my confusion at the front door and be of my new kind,
with direction, motivation, inspiration, drive, vision, and the like, I tend to be inclined,
inclined to emulate, intended to be redesigned, inspired to be refined.
Shown to face the world as an aligned mastermind to combat those whom are unkind.
Being shown a newly created direction to lead the blind.
Exchanging life perspectives for comfort of respectability.
Soul-searching for our places within the construct of social responsibility,
To aspire to be part of the solution for such socially inept communication issue,
I can be in one’s presence for hours and I would fondly feel that I miss you.
Being made whole with my surrounds of love, compassion, and point of view,
makes me want to make a less transient interaction more potent and just as true.
As tried and true as doing it all on my own is, the acknowledgement is necessary.
My confession is that I never had such closeness such as this is such a necessity.
I adore those who view me in the best light for truth and loyalty is rare.
To invite me into life as a regular family member and to present the perfect life to me is beyond fair.
To demonstrate compassion in my darkest hour was followed by my doing a double take.
The love and care restored my humanity and the invitation into heaven rectified my faith.
Copyright © Angelina Lambert | Year Posted 2017
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