Meridian

Betwixt scarab & beetle;
I thread a novel needle.

I’m loved or tolerated…
Between welcome & hated.

Preferring to be needed…
Without agency ceded.

My hope is true belonging…
Sincerely; not by fawning.

With patient, silent, pleading…
I follow my heart’s leading.

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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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