Fear
is waking up
cold
wrinkled
puffy and
all alone
with no
credits
to your name.
Faith
is
believing
in
unspoiled
fruit
floating
in
a rotten barrel.
Words
contain
power
use them wisely.
Genius
is blind
to
wisdom’s heart
A bad poem
never
shows itself.
A good poem
flits
in the breeze
of reckoning.
Be kind
introduce
yourself
to
the poet within.
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