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It's strange how the answers were there

Beating against my blind eyes

Clues everywhere

Wanting and needing notice

Blockages in my head trying to win

The devil tries to infect my heart

But I'm being watched over

By a loving being who wants what's best for me

My destiny has been calling

Waiting for me to recognize its voice

But I got lost in the confusion of life

When I stopped listening to my heart

Today I learnt to listen again

And I'm back on my true path

Heading for the place where my gifts

Can be used to serve the world

Unlike the callous oak tree

Am more the palm that bends

And sways, adapting to the wind

Of change, able to withstand

The almighty wind with my understanding

Of pain, the oak stiffens

Happy in its strength yet the

Rain and powerful wind wins the

Contest, as the Oak breaks

And is swept to death 

poem by T

Revel in the beauty of now.

The twinkling eyes of your child

The sound of the wind in the trees

The smell of freshly baked bread.

There was a lump in my heart
A knot in my shoulders
A heaviness about my person
A strained look on my face
And then I learned how to forgive.

Confidence

Self Confidence 

No Confidence

Over-Confident

Quietly Confident

Why not just

Be me? 

Instead of 

Labels

Describing who I'm supposed

To be?