Speaking from the heart
Carries a heavy burden
Putting yourself out there
Seems so frightening
Seems so complicated
Walking a thin line between love and hate
Is the hardest part
Believing I could be more
So compelling
Having a dream to be the writer you all go to
Insane
How I have gotten here
Is not how I wanted the journey to go
Spilling my skeltons so Reveling
But so incredibly needed
There is a fine line everyday
From the failure to the success
It's a tightrope of decisions not easily balanced
But when you see that weekiness as a strength
It becomes beatable walkable sustaining
When you recognize your insercuties
You become more aware of what can become
I am not there yet but I am gaining strong
Understanding what makes me tick
What makes me see
Makes all the difference in how I see me in this world.
The hurricane was weeks ago,
Yet now I get to see
The damage, or what’s left of it,
That was described to me.
We walked the route we always take
When down here for a visit,
Past lovely homes with water views,
Expansive and exquisite.
The local park’s in ruins
And some trees and plants have died,
But the lovely pier we strolled on
Shows destruction magnified.
Staring at its buckled surface,
Twisted into quite a mess,
Tells me when it will be walkable
Is anybody’s guess.
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