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Category: Poetry

Nothing

I am nothing -
though I know who I am -
I tell the mirror I am small,
a mere piece
of a much larger machine,
not quite essential -

I just am,
as we all are -
though some have major talents,
higher callings,
better marketing -
at our root
we all just are

so in the mirror
I remind myself: 
I am nothing,
that is important.
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Posted on April 6, 2022April 5, 2022Author wandererCategories PoetryTags nothing, poetry, thoughtsLeave a comment on Nothing

The Rock

be the rock:
solid, steadfast
rising above the tumult
of the crashing waves,

serving as the surface
upon which the gulls
break their sustenance -
and lay their waste -

be the rock:
stolid
through it all
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Posted on March 30, 2022March 23, 2022Author wandererCategories PoetryTags poetry, solid, stoic, the rockLeave a comment on The Rock

Body Aches

the body aches,
deep within the soul of the bones;
the bill comes due
for the excesses of youth
and a lifetime of living;
there is no regret,
just a constant reminder
that time continues to move forward
and so too must we
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Posted on March 23, 2022March 23, 2022Author wandererCategories PoetryTags aging, living, poetry1 Comment on Body Aches

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