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Wednesday, April 8, 2015


When one is as
imperfect as I, it
takes a lot of
guts to try to
spread hope,
inspire faith,
promote love,
go for broke on
what matters to Spirit above.

Oh, there’s a lot I won’t do,
not anytime soon.
I won’t dance,
I’m an unsightly lump,
I won’t soar
in a hot air balloon,
not afraid to fall,
scared I might jump.

But I audaciously write of
great hopes, of grand schemes,
daring to be the artist
of my very own dreams.
Not really fearless,
not in any way,
I write to discover what
I don’t know how to say.

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