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Ceiling Serenade

It’s not that I diedI’m only hiding.I’m afraid of success;It breaks the lies I believe. Self-doubt protests:“Who are you trying to become?““Who says you can overcome?” I know by now for sure thatFreedom rests past doubtShould one endure. How long; how longMust I wait? A break; a breakIt’s 3 AM and yet I wake. Thinking…
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Why Can’t We Be Friends?

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Remember thy first.

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Peace and Poetry: What’s the point?

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Trusting the Process

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The Choice is Yours

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I Will Wait

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Make Haste, Beloved

Make Haste, Beloved Happy am I and full of reason to rejoice,Even now, in the midst of mine affliction.For though my emotions seek to deceive me,I know that my God shall deliver me. Though sadness sets its ambush;Though shame readies its bow;I need not fear with You as my refuge. By faith am I shielded…


