feeling limitations

finding out how you feel is like
every day a brand new life
empty like a room we do not
live in any longer
if you cannot control your mind
nothing will be a well thought out process
gifts of time become
little chocolates you get after every meal
inside i conjure up
my own tiny version of emily dickenson
invigorated by dark letters written in
the deepest shadow of night and
animals in the forest have more in common with me
than any one i went to school with
it is not so hard to be respectful
only you know all of existence is there when you
need to manifest your dreams you just have to
see how to live like you know that and live pure
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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