more or lessA Poem by Charles
the faintest wisp
of a will to be more than what you are today can come through the window sill like the light of day, through the blinds, warm and silent, moving slowly across the room as you wait. to be bathed in that light is like a cleansing of your spirit, but it is only a glimmer of what you can be, a sensation of a real thing that exists both inside and out. no...to be more today than yesterday allowed you must raise the blinds, open the window, and soak in the glow of the day. because true change can only happen when what happens inside shows on the outside, and there is a big difference between the superficial and the existential. © 2015 Charles |
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Added on July 3, 2015 Last Updated on July 3, 2015 AuthorCharlesALAboutI Find No Peace I find no peace, and all my war is done; I fear, and hope. I burn, and freeze like ice. I fly above the wind, yet can I not arise. And naught I have, and all the worl.. more..Writing
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