Outrun

Doubt has often behind me crept.
Creeping to attacking its leapt.

Thru headwind gales I lean, each day.
Up every hill & round each way.

It’s like climbing up oily walls.
It’s like sipping from waterfalls.

Yet, my gumption is stronger still.
Nourished only by hope & will.

To my commitments, I am tied.
My final words should be “I tried”.

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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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