He watches the
Leaves. They fall
In wrinkled splendour
The wet rotten traveling clothes
Of time and how
He has known failure
Wrestled with
His demons
The ones he couldn’t
Befriend
Educate
He knows himself
What frightens him
And how he still
Leans into
Them
The leaves fall
and
Part of him goes with them
He knows being open
Invites pain but does it anyway
Understanding the gift
Of himself and
Why some people
Returned it unopened
He knows his own value
And even alone,
He rules in quiet regard
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I love this. It speaks to my soul.
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Reblogged this on House of Heart and commented:
beautiful…please visit the original, comments closed at HOH
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Thank you for the reblog. I really appreciate it.
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It is my pleasure…beautiful writing Matt.
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Poignant words…”He knows his own value.” Powerful!
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Thank you so much
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I really like this poem a lot. Beautiful thinking.
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This is so beautifully written..
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Thank you.
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😊😊
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