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Words written with an empty belly

is like moving a car with no gas,

You’re immovable, ineffective

  even stranded,

and like a parable, I compare it to my present journey

The misplaced joy and the self-evident dismay

I move a couple of steps forward,

and then find I’m back where I started.

I have emotions I haven’t yet sorted

Fears and love that don’t need mixing,

and an open past that just keeps coming back.

The only words needed to convey

is to simply

               always smile!

Categories: My thoughts, Poetry

Tags: inner peace, letting go, love, Poetry, self-expression, writing