Me

Me prose poem

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Me, a singularity, vast, color fast, has a very good forecast and will flabbergast. Me, resilient at times brilliant and on the same token often broken. Me can be unforgiving, dangerously living but on the flip side, dignified, able to coincide and negative feeling me can override.

Me, such a complex being, always looking seldom seeing. Quick to judge, will carry a grudge, hard to budge, if given a nudge will trudge. Me, sometimes political, for the issues in life are critical and Me is very analytical. Because learning is essential, life evidential and Me has great potential.

Although Me will often go wrong, terrified of the unknown, so me will postpone until Me grows backbone, only to find it was just another milestone, then Me has grown. Foremost, Me loves to boast, about having more than most, becoming totally engrossed. Then Me will start to rant, extremely arrogant and over confident.

But Me must beware not to step into a snare and falling deep into despair and life becomes a total nightmare. But when Me becomes drastic then Me can become fantastic because Me is very elastic. So when things look bleak from the consequences me has wreaked, if Me will seek, Me will develop technique and come out looking very sheik, for Me is unique.

You see, Me is not Earthbound for that will confound but when Me comes around Me will astound. While the physical me is confined to the Earth, the inner Me is part of the universe and totally diverse.

Although Me is flawed, sometimes outlawed and can seem a bit odd, still, Me is a product of GOD. Even though it’s unexplainable true life is attainable. If Me will truly believe Me will achieve. So who is Me? EVERYBODY…

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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