“You are allowed to feel messed up and inside out. It doesn't mean you're defective, it just means you re human.” — David Mitchell
----- A Sam Scott poem: 3rd October 2023 -----
You got me I was weak it's true A terrene bond By tacky glue Too worldly; Thoughts and self-desires Is just not how my Soul aspires Hindsight hurts I disappoint Myself Alignment out of joint Yet, here I stand The day is fresh.. No longer caught In soulful mesh Of thoughts so dark Though light is small I awake to hunger For right and tall So then, replace Such mystic hope.. A little faith Throws me a rope The valley walk Must surely end Return to be Eternal friend
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