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The waiting must not be in vain if my heart is still doing somersaults.

But

A little tranquilizer called reality might slow the beats down. The wait might soon be over.

The wait might become a distant memory.

The wait might pass.

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It Was Good For Me That I Was Afflicted

It must be disheartening to know I have had to heal from you that your betrayal is one of the reasons for the crisp clear obvious lines I now flaunt You must have suffered some disappointment by my loss of poor self-esteem because I had found the courage to become inconvenient for you You must have had some pondering days Because I was good to you and you knew I never deserved it But it was good for me that I was afflicted It was good that your big, bad, broad, petty back was turned when I truly needed you because I would still be hanging on to your coattails It was good for me that I was afflicted I had to fight my way through my own self-inflicted wounds to wind up in my healing alone I was overly confident about my position in your life I thought you were a day one even though you weren’t around since day one But had the feeling like a day one Maybe because I treated you like a day one and things that happen...

Bland

After the earthquake, I smile. I might fall a little or maybe a lot but I get up. I get up because I realize that there is nothing down there for me to do. Down was not home; it was uncomfortable. Poco a poco with a spoon for a shovel and faith so big, Mount Everest trembles, I crawl out. Residue lingers but making the best of the moment is what counts. That's all that matters. When dry runs and inconvenient pit falls run amok. The moment counts. All the moments count.

I am the Sun

I am the sun. I rise, strong I stand, stronger with a purpose to shine. I am the sun. I set subtly and with power leaving behind a day’s worth of pain. A day’s worth of joy. A day worth remembering for a lifetime. I am the sun.

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