Precarious Potential

Now closer to death than birth…
I’m still questioning worth.

Wisdom’s patina, I wear.
However, the core’s still there.

My kingdom for new O.S.
Something in line with my best.

Time is about accepting.
Rare, it’s about correcting.

Nourishing layered lichens.
Poison, my biome siphons.

Every ring’s inside me still.
Each new one: survival skill.

I’ve a weary wistful crown.
It reminds me to look down.

I’m metal, water & wood.
I’m them, I’m me & I should.

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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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