The Kinder Heart

My recent yesterdays have been good. I soak my soul in pride; 
I believe the voice inside my head, to me, has often lied.

My pieces before me, many fold, proves false its diatribe.
The dreams I’ve foiled & knots I’ve coiled to this critic I ascribe.

The detractor perched inside my brain has often cast its shade.
It commentates each move I make & sows doubt o’er all I’ve made.

I cannot shut this cynic up but I can smother it’s flame.
Its embers always will be there but its fire my peace won’t claim.

A skeptic lives in all our minds; we decide how well it thrives.
By pumping blood in the kinder heart, the hope in us survives.

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lbstowe

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

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