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by Sherrell Faythe |
Feel like peeling away my skin Releasing my soul- to run naked under the street lights Feel like confusion Malignant, malicious and petruding Words add to my frustration Too worldly-my thoughts Unable to understand So Trying not to think To maybe then just meditate Let the spirit man speak through me Not afraid Just weary Ready for those “better days” Only to be reminded daily to be more patient More patient than the day before Laughing at the blessings Joyously Trying to be more thankful |