Lockers

Just one thing left from teenage years.
Awkward energied sense of fear.

Still try to fly under radars.
I do not want to join the stars.

Prefer to be home; cozy thrall.
Want one on one; not one & all.

For, conversing’s what I do best.
Just one connection; hang the rest.

Teenage patina won’t rub off.
All other traits have grown to slough…

Their outgrown training wheels to fly.
But, my weakest link: teenage shy.

Naked nerves ride out on cracked voice…
Still serves in making humbler choice.

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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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