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one which brings me unending release


A trend:

People are admitting
who they are
publicly to
others.

Admitting to other
people who are not
necessarily safe.
Its become a brave new world.
No nets or
guarantees.

But I travel on
a breeze
of mindfulness.
Hello, this is who
I am.

Choose to accept me
if you desire,
if you can.
It won't matter so much
if you like me
or not.

I like the person
that I am and
the one that I'm
not.

Observe:
there is no chip on
my shoulder.
I ground it into sawdust
long ago.
I had no more use for it.

Let people think
what they do.
Let their thoughts meander
beyond my control.
It is for them to wander,
perhaps even to judge.

I have my path,
I do my best to
avoid the mud.

I am freed
from the burden of
their derision.
It was my
wisest
and best decision.

One which brings me
unending release.



Copyright August 20, 2013
All Rights Reserved By Author
Melissa A Howells
Meloo straight from her
Tilt-a-World





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