Swirl

It happens occasionally; not often for too long.

My perception shifts & the world seems wrong.

It swirls around me & swaddles me in doubt.

My light gets dim & then my levees wash out.

I immediately drown in my insecure muck…

Abandoned by Hope & Forgotten by Luck.

So, now, it’s time to make lemonade again.

Lucky, I’ve committed the recipe within.

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I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi View all posts by lbstowe

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