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| might have to draw this tree |
I have found comfort in who I am
It is not just to be what others wish or what you perceive to be
It is but to follow your own path
Your destiny, or fate
You can only follow life by the directions you choose
But you cannot change the person you are
Like the current of air or water you must be what you were intended
To fight this spirit
Is to be in constant battle with yourself
To submit is to be born free
I have found comfort in who I am
Now I can be what I want
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What is Poetry Starts?
…poems and prose from now back to teen years
…remembering a first writing love
…pumping the creative well yet again
…silencing the internal critic