“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit”
― E.E. Cummings
Whispers from a well
begging for release
soul echoes
aching for surcease
mistakes that have brought him low
longing for but hating days long ago
trying to get through, to be through
to belong, to be strong
to be tough, always wrong
but its never enough
so the coin echoes on its way down
striking walls, striking hells
hasn’t struck fancies
on the bottom he dwells
refuses a hand up, to stand u
to claim that he can
beneath him, can’t reach him
no belief can teach him
his self he’s never met
in the mirror loosing bets
refusing love he cannot trust
so much pressure gonna bust
yet somewhere knowing there’s a sun
somehow knowing the day he’s wong…
— G A Rosenberg
 
Blessings, G
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Fire on the Mountain by G A Rosenberg
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