Tag: unease
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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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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 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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The World in my Hands
I have the world in my handsThis isn’t exaggerationWith one clickI can see anything I want I can learn of faraway landsFrom China to EcuadorI can read stories and see imagesOf culture, tradition, and more I can see peopleAnd learn of their livesI can see the good and badOf their digital time I can see…
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Fear
Fear is a strange thingIt starts abstractBut slowly, it shiftsTo material things When you are young,Fears are bizarreFear of monsters, darkAnd mystical beings from afar As you grow olderAnd reality setsThe fear morphsFrom mystical to material Fear of legacyOf money, of loveFear of belonging,And words never said Fear is a powerful feelingThat morphs and shifts…
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