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I Am Still Here

Someday, I want to do more than just exist.
I want to live
without apologising for it
without begging for permission.
Perhaps some freedom from my own thoughts
and that constant mental battle of attrition. 
However, for now
I am just here.

I've been lost in waves of silence,
drowned beneath the weight of it all, 
I've stood toe to toe with the edge of cliffs
knowing just how far there...

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Younger Me

Younger me, I thought of you today,

So lost, your future drifting far away.

You tried to chase the sun through endless gloom,

But rain clouds kept stealing your view.

 

Your mind held you prisoner, wrapped in doubt,

Your tongue was tied, though inside you wanted to shout.

Every dream you carried felt far from true,

Like happiness was something not meant for you.

 

You...

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Still... Just There

The place where I come from doesn't bekon me.

It's always just... there, like part of my DNA

That never really goes away.

 

My home town doesn't beckon.  It's just there.  It just waits.

The places where I spent time have all changed hands in time.

But if I went back, I'd find... nothing the same;

Except the name, which always reamains...unchanged.

 

It waits for my retu...

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Where Your Soul Resides

If you sell your soul

Can you ever get it back?

Have you ever felt something

Slipping slowly from your grasp?

When that something lost is so vast

Can you just go on?

When you're in the fight of your life

And loose, can you forgive yourself?

When life's parade passes you by

Do you bother to wave?

Can you keep asking the questions

With answers too hard to face?

Ca...

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At The Ledge

Each time before when I had fallen, landing in the pit below,

I found upon the ground were words that I could gather up to build

a latticework of scaffolding to climb upon so I could go

back to the surface with the crowd, but every time I found that still

 

I’d stay close to the ledge not knowing why I didn’t walk away.

I told myself it wasn’t wise. I asked, “why don’t you ever l...

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