Tag: change
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Transformation A Poem About Change and Growth
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Transformation A Poem About Change and Growth To suffer is to live; to live is to suffer. Born in the belly of hunger for the need to discover who we are where we came from where we’re going. The wheels of change have no brakes, no way to prevent the aches from the collusion caused…
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Running Poem About Changing and Working on Yourself
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RunningCan I get a cup of wineto drown the time,to float away fromthis heavy heart of mine?Or perhaps a speedy carthat’ll take me fast so faraway from these expired dreamsnow void of stars?Maybe a boat to sail these seasthat swallow me with easeeach time the tide of my moodshelplessly carries me out with no reprieve?But…
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A Poem About Recovery Hope and Change
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No Matter No matter how hard it is to keep the fire burning, no matter how many disappointments have visited you without warning, no matter how many different trials you’ve sat through today, though the verdict may be hard to swallow, tomorrow, tomorrow’s another day. And it may seem impossible in this moment, but in…
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Change – A Poem About Adapting to the Seasons of Life
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Change Observing the seasons is a reminder that life’s only constant is change, and if you’re staying the same, you’re dying you’re falling you’re fading like ink soaked by spilled water – unrecognizable, incomprehensible, and erased from the book of life. Open your eyes to the marvel around you. Join in the song and dance…
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Opus Dei – A Poem About the Work of God In Your Life
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Opus Dei – A Poem About the Work of God In Your Life Your hot breath has blown on me and provided the oxygen for glowing embers of love where there was once nothing but cold, hard coals. You’ve cultivated my soul and provided the rich, black soil for roots of patience where there was…
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Reflections – A Poem About Character Flaws
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Reflections – A Poem About Character Flaws The extent of my weaknesses are revealed Beneath the weight of uncertainty. I am often a self-absorbed child, Believing that time and even the world itself should stop for me. My futile fury of feeble insecurity Is shocking and pries open my eyes To inner flaws I was blind…
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