My Choice

Some days I plan the next sixty hale years
others, so affronted, beset with tears
alone, forsaken, infected by dread
I hang by the slenderest silken thread

My dreams sift through realities then shift
and I awake direction-filled and drift
no longer in the dissonance, create
the next module my offerings array

my qualifications: each treasured breath
each hard lesson forged by imminent death.
Alive, I’m filled in gratitude, rejoice
I raise now my unique essential voice.

Inspired by: Module, Qualification, Affront and Hale.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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