Gilded Grit

Give me wealth or give to me death.
Sentiments worth a single breath.

Give me comfort or burn it down.
Make me gentry or melt that crown.

Give to me chaos & control.
Lock my brain…loose my heart & soul.

Give me silver & give me gold.
Neither can banish mirrors cold.

Give me a home & my own spot.
I am my own kintsugi pot.

Give me youth or give me my health.
Please don’t let me forget myself.

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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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