I sing to your heart
sweet tones
utterances of gasp
enough to breathless
realize motion
how our lives do move forward
and yet,
that embrace of our passion.
I remember a time
…
we live in a culture
of irreproachably called
‘baggage’
We all carry it
some with a prideful smirk
the kind that bullied
the easily pummeled.
And some carry some Grace
always with a smile.
In our lives
we can find happy
its elusive nature
is always a challenge
we live our lives by.
Seems sometimes poetry is lost
in the very nature of its mystique
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