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My Fears

My fears cause me to make things bigger
Than they are
I have doubts/second guesses/fears, but
Still, a quiet assurance
Lurking lazily like
The dappled shadows
Under sunny boughs
Soothes the sores of my battered soul

I will hold up, come through
Scathed but still alive
Trusting my fate to the path
Plodded truthfully
One foot­-fall following the last
Looking only for the next
Best decision…God helping me.

Perfection

Like trying to grasp the world in a mirror

Like believing what you see in others is how you should feel in yourself

Even when it feels like it is; it isn’t what you think.

When it feels like it’s not; it is what you think.

So smile and laugh and discover amusement in our perfect foibles.

Anonymous

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