Promising Flow

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Moon rise crest upon summer's fall.
Living choices, catching breaks.
I reach inside for greater change.
In taming the coarse something new,
little by little I gain respect in others eyes.
Could my curse break?

Change I know, I feel it inside and out.
Yet an empty hand is all I know.
Fighting to be present, my curse.
Glimpsing what will come to pass,
I begin to live my dream.

A chance to prove my worth, someday.

The nature of evolution asked of myself.
I bring my spirit to bear, holding the key.
I focus inward,
someday I will be someone to love.
Alignment just out of reach.

Each blue moon falls into a beautiful stream.
My instincts sharpen to an ever greater degree.

I know a dance in the dark.
When everything else crumbles.
This semaphore still stands.
Call me toxic, too wild, lost.
Fair play, yet it’s all the same.

Opportunities that fit a rare gift.
Only me to blame, I own every step I take.
My life under rapid change.
Presence a must, a kindled flame.
Hope kindles within me, I know the spark.

Built from a different sort of material.
I am attracted to beauty held in the spirit.
True to myself, and who I adore.
I am a risk to those who cling to control.
Just by being myself often unsettles.

Many see me as a fragment,
Of me that is all many know.
Enigmatic, rough, raw sure…

Gathering dust under a bed or shelf?
No, constancy is more than building a fire.
Turning to warmth, knowing how frost bites.
Covering ground, life is a long walk home.

F.E.E.
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