Paved road winding through a forest

For a blink of an I

Let us not think too much little of us

Let us not, even for a blink of an I,
think too much little of us. Sitting in our self
as is so hard to do, looking on the world with all
the storms within and talents raging.

Let us set aside the gavel of the grimace
in the mirror. Retire that stale song that rings
like tinnitus with barbed refrains.

Remember just that justly did we rise today
with all intents on us. (Even in the rising
is faith in what’s to come.)

Take steps. Look out and on. Smile.
Forget the fiery narrative, friend.
Failure is just around the bend, yes, but we can
fire the mettle and bend our road
the other way.

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