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By: Yellowbonewonda

There is a world that is created in my mind

That I’ve been to

Where some have never visited

Or would visit

Because it’s weightless

Free

And peaceful

And it has gotten me where I am now

Marked way beyond my years

Yet

Still in a place of an innocent child

I don’t judge anyone

But everyone

On a level most are not ready to face

And

That is a level of truth

And honesty

I have little knowledge of the world

Because

It’s always changing

Some

Knowledge of the heart

Because

It’s felt joy

And

It has been broken

I have a constant tapping in my soul

By experience

What I’ve felt

Something I’ve seen

Heard

Or never had any idea of

Writing is something I fight because

At times

I am too lazy to remember

When the surge of words hit me like a tornado

Or just being stubborn

Because

I don’t want to find something to write it down with

Before the tornado disappear

I’m noticing I’m getting more lazy and stubborn each day

If I allow myself to be a vessel

You can see how words can just flow

So

Why do I fight something that comes

So easy

I say fear

Fear to commit

And fear of failure

That the words will not come no more

So what do I do

Run

Or

Write

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