Tag: reflection
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Mirror
When you look into the mirror Do you ever question what stares back? Sure, the reflection is you But what does it lack? Do you notice it’s hair Grey, scattered, or gone? Or it’s face Tired, broken, or sallow-drawn When you look into the mirror Do you notice anything deeper? Far beyond the surface…
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When We Die
Do you ever wonder What happens when we die? So many people think on this Instead of asking why Some think of a beautiful place Called the afterlife Where they soar in the sky Until the end of time Others think of a second life Back here in the world Chances to do…
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Thirty
Thirty Three Decades A third of my life What have I accomplished In this limited time I have a family Full of love and life A path forward Through any future strife Behind me a path Of actions taken Guilt and shame For the embodiment of my sins Love given Friends lost…
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Old Father Time
Old Father Time That undefeated foe Yielding to no one Accomplished and bold Yearning for the past In his presence, a mistake His will is absolute Your memories, he will break But old Father Time Is a misunderstood one Looking back on time Is only one side of the play The past…
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The Shadow
The shadow A Grim reflection that stares Like looking into the pale waters Of a lake, calm and bare The shadow knows me He has seen it all He knows that which makes me rise Or that which causes my falls Pinpoint, strategic He bores into my being Pointing out all flaws All…
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Enough
Am I Enough? This question, I ask a lot. It is motivation, and degradation Wrapped into a single plot Am I enough To my family and friends? Do I reach out enough Or do I sit idly on my hands? Am I enough When supporting my wife? Do I provide the things needed…
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The Grove
I have seen a dream For quite a few nights A dream I welcome For it offers a place of insight When I drift off Into the dream mentioned above I find myself in a clearing Surrounded by a misty grove For the first few nights Confusion set in The fog was thick…
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The Quiet
Quiet The space between tasks It’s where I can breathe It’s where I can think It’s where the best version of me can be Quiet It’s where insecurity hides It’s where the questions to myself arise It’s where I feel choked It’s where my worst mirror is seen Quiet It’s liminal It’s where…
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NASCAR Championship Weekend: An Odd Feeling
*Note: All racing posts will eventually be moved from JTLWrites and on to their own separate page. All three NASCAR series wrapped up their seasons this weekend at Phoenix. The last laps were run, the final points were scored, and the series champions were crowned. Most importantly, this was the final time we will see…
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How I Fell in Love With Cross Country
If someone were to ask me what my favorite sport that I’ve competed in was, I’d say Cross Country. There’s something about a sport where, despite there being hundreds of others running around you, you find yourself focusing on yourself almost the entire time. It took me a minute to realize this, but I’m getting…
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