A year in a life

Sat, 01/13/2018 - 11:14 -- fiction

Dear past me, it's future me,

or dear future me, it's past me.

I  uphold that despite the untold

striving, pushups, workouts,

No.

Intelligence is strength. 

You gain more by being open than by closed.

You want strength, read a book.

You want life, take a look.

It's all there.

Nervous.

I know against people you are wary,

but interactions can vary

So Just being you, or being me, as I am,

in a land of tied hands and fried glances.

Just know where you'r stance is

and live to take chances. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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