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Thrown out by the wayside
Cast upon a dreadful sea
I wonder at my destination
And what will become of me
Am I smaller than the challenge?
Will there be arrows in midstream?
Or dire thoughts and tales to tell
Of the darkness in my dreams
I may shrink before the tower
Or bravely rise at morn’s first bell
Will I fight what I cannot see?
Or fail just as the darkness fell
My life may yet be splendid
I may pass life’s every test
Accepting every award I'm due
But dreading my eternal rest
But I’m a poet and contrary
Writing what others only feel
Shadows and ropy musings
On wounds that never heal
There must be other dreamers
To share this different way
Ones to walk along with me
And sing to each fading day
Or those drone to drag me down
Ill tongues that wag and bend
Saying heaven doesn’t care
There’s no sin you need defend
Will I bend to raging storms?
Those that howl to bar my way
When I - hard driven down,
Will God hear the words I pray?
I know there is a better world
Though true - no reason can I tell
Feelings may be truer things
The stuff of a far deeper well
www.klstoryteller.com
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Why is doing what you love the hardest thing to do? Is it because failing what you thought defined you would be too devastating a thing from which to recover? If so, we stay where mere accident has left us.
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