Freedom From in Me

Freedom From in Me short poem

Thoughts come racing through my mind.
I am trying to grow, but I need to unwind.
Encouraging myself to do what I must,
But when it comes to facing it, I feel like dust.
Dry in ideas, and blowing without a path.
If only I would stop and remember the math.
I have strength inside that will come out,
but it will not, if i drowned in doubt.
I will need to stand up and do my part,
I will have to face the fears in my heart.
For the needs of myself and my sweet family,
Are the best reasons to succeed and be free.
Freedom from fear, freedom from this thought,
Simply by doing the things, I know I ought.

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KS Kearns

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Writer, Poet, Artist. I am here for the chance of sharing my talents with people so they can enjoy my work. I have one book of poems, photography and paintings that is published, "Rambling Random Rhythms: A Book of Poems". I love being creative and I am excited to encourage others as well.
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