Whenever I am weary I’m compelled to write a poem
to ease my tired mind and feed my hungry soul.
To unleash my anger, to quell all despair
in those times when life seems to be so unfair.
When I’m feeling conflicted and the way is not clear,
for self motivation, to quash all my fears.
Writing lifts my spirits so I’m able to see
that my life is filled with endless possibility.
That where there is life, hope will always reside
if I follow my heart and swallow my pride.
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