Every idea that I have been offered
In an effort to ease my existence,
I passed by,
After half an effort
At taking it in.
But all too often,
I must turn around.
Because desperation
Or simple need
Begins to stalk me.
Inevitably, the real value
Shimmers through
The false wrapping.
And the hope
Has remained vibrant
At the roots
And I begin to re-plant
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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