Underneath The Skin

There are times

when we look back.

We see burdens

strapped to our backs.

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The capacity for

vision can’t be found.

So we must put

both feet on the ground.

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But what I see as

the day creeps slowly by,

at times softness can

sustenance not supply.

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So I tear out my

cordially met manners.

To supply my own

light with oil-less lanterns.

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Hello my friend,

I can see you clearly now.

With my own light

the ins and outs of how.

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How to learn

about myself everyday.

How to open eyes

with ferocity on display.

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I’ll go along with

those who do the same.

If I slip though own

I will the plentiful blame.

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Respect I will

still exude outward.

Fight I will though

as if a burning flower.

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I extend the bouquet

yet I supply a slight grin.

Just know that I fight

battles underneath the skin.

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The world will not

hear unless we scream.

Harbor good will

yet fight for your dreams.

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Softness well received

can be snuffed out by the world.

Appreciate the journey

shine bright inside but also outward.