All the resources do exist,
they do oh they do.
Holy, and waiting to be used,
by me and by
you.
You were never incapable,
I was never incompetent.
We have it laying like gold potential inside of us,
though I thought there was no such thing.
I thought everything was on the outside and
my legs weren't well enough to walk.
And my heart too twisted to grasp at anything.
But we have what we need inside of us.
It's there.
It's there.
It's there.
It was always there.
No matter where I venture of too
in my fortune or misfortune,
the surety of treasures will always reside within me.
There's not a handicap until you think there is,
and then there is.
There it was, always, 'always I was handicapped.'
But now you know
you are not.
So it's existence fails but
mine doesn't.
You were made to conquer.
I was made to conquer.
And conquer we will.
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Breaking and Becoming
PoetryThe feeling where you know you're about to slip. The meta of the mind. The pattern of the voices, the patter of the patterns. The fear intertwined in the many shades of courageous action. The breaking of barriers to find consistency. The dip in the...
