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It's not me it's the rest of the World!
I have been looking in the bins for a fountain of promised joy
While tripping over nuggets of happiness. I have been searching for
The answers to this world when all I need is within me. I have been
Scanning for a permanent connection when the light of realisation is
There in front of me, telling me that we are all already connected.
I am my own turmoil, I am my own confusion and yet my fingers point
To you!
You cannot provide my every need for happiness nor bring me food for
My Soul but each and every footprint I leave on my journey tells me of
My discovery of where I have been to find what I need.
I have been looking in a box of perfection to find that the world embraces
Imperfection.
I have been sitting in the seat of judgement an uncomfortable hard place
To sit when I could have been comfortable with acceptance.
I have been wrestling with change and trying to hold back the ever moving
Pages of History, the words have moved on and I am left with a blank page.
How can I find the keys? I look in all the familiar places but life has changed
The locks and my circles have worn a hole in the carpet!
What need have I of enemies when I am my worst!
My default is sticking band aid on your wounds that have healed while mine
Haemorrhage with neglect.
Healing comes in a sentence where I replace the word, ‘You,’ for, ‘ I.’
For the change begins with me.
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