There is an interesting pattern weaved in the very nature of life... paths cross for a reason... woven into a fabric of truth... alway one side... circumstantial... vision either viewed from a clear glass or darkly ensconced... is a one sided tale... of this story you hear is my own... i tell you to let you hear the hurt in my voice... to be recognized for the person that I saw fit to inhabit... to impose my truth into your life at the risk of taking over your very thought... yet I'm here because of a day only a scene in the past... i dare to let you win over my being... fighting within your agenda... because I stood today... again today... on the stage that is set to each owns choosing... when the fight became greater within... and the one from the bottom dared to rise to the top... this is what today was made of... of the clarity of word... expressed from a heart that literally had no more strength than to stand on your own two feet... and lead by the example you strive to achieve... and just when you thought your ears had become deaf... sight is gained... and seeing is believing...
It is hard waiting for the other shoe to drop... this can apply to so many areas of life... financial security... job security... health... children... family... all of these things are difficult enough in their own way... what is most difficult is waiting for another to twist the knife... we as human are such flawed creatures to begin with... with the three fingers that point back as we call out the failure of others... it is enough just to keep the eyes in the back of the head open wide to protect us from the inevitable... often we know that which is about to happen... yet there are times when we never see it coming... it is not always about doing what is right... it is more often about doing what is necessary that gets us into trouble... and there in lies the rub... we do what we feel to be right to make the wheel turn and others just can't bare the thought of not having control... whether gained or earned... and as the aftermath of what is left behind... the question remains......
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