#742
As things come up
In this place
Serving as best I can
What is serving me
From its best
And when it doesn’t
You barely notice
As I am at the center
Of this parade
Once in awhile you get pushed around
Until you wake up from it
And see clearly
Where the path went narrow
And I became blind to my own way of believing
This is a way to heal
From my own mistakes
Then you choose
Right
With the intention
To move forward through all the pricks
Punctures potently
Shifting
Regardless of the way it comes
It shall
Without understanding
There isn’t a need to know
What this means
Words uttered as an offering
To a force outside the lines
Where I choose to be
Sometimes
Taking nothing
Hoping for the best
In the arena
Being built in every direction
No entrance
None needed
When you have wings
And are from a place that cannot be analyzed
Without making shifts
In perspective
From a letter to a word
New ways to say old things
Delivered
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