Rush

in poem •  6 years ago 

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As I replace the fearless face with one consumed by worry, I introduce the stresses due in time from task and duty.


I strive to find a balance still inherent to my being, but in the rush to win the race direction becomes blurry.


For if you take away the woods my temperament is moody. Consumed by lack of nature and compelled by mindful seeing.


And in the face of love replaced my mind is sighing truly. The longer one is locked in place, the more it all is freeing.

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