Ponder

I can no longer tolerate less than what I’m willing to give.

Why should I lessen myself and bid my gifts?

So if i give you the moon, you must bring me the stars.

If I strengthen your heart, you must heal my scars.

Its become too difficult to carry your baggage with my own.

My bones are aching and my soul has gone numb.

So take your weight, so I can balance my own.

View getting bigger, i see different,

Life becoming clearer, i feel different.

Words becoming deeper, i hear different

Actions becoming bigger, i vibe different.

Growing, just keep growing,

No slowing down what was planned before my knowing.

Like wind ill be as free as a bird at night.

Unseen yet forever present during daylight.

Moving smooth and swift like a hunters knife, precise.

As wise as the owl that never turns it back.

Trust no one but, still remember to interact..

Be quiet, mind.

Be short, words.

Be heavy, heart.

Peace & Love Always!

By: J. PetersπŸ’‹

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