My Time

My Time

A Poem by Crowley

It's my time, I am in the basement shredding old habits
What grows out of uncertainty is a seed planted in eroded soils
New root structure and constant watering will produce results
And thinking about a new path brings vitality and new mountains that reach

It's my time, the sunlight, while harsh at first, crisps rotting edges
New growth comes by way of action and reflection, I think about my place
Those that have enjoyed my light in the past will be happy for the restoked fires
And the change that comes from the center, filaments reweaving my universal presence

It's my time

© 2019 Crowley


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my time to start over with renewed energy....with new endeavors to accomplish, people to reconnect with.

the new vitality...i almost felt mine getting refreshed reading this ultimately positive piece.
thanks, Crowley...
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Crowley

5 Years Ago

Thanks man, trying to stay positive right now, need a bit of a re-birth.

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Crowley
Crowley

Phoenix, AZ



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