Poetry: A vision of a dream

    Truth is peace comes from being alone,

     

    for me full grown had seeds that were sown

     

    from tragic soils sprung something so golden,

     

    life though tested did not get the best of circumstance

     

    the chance of learning from the hurting

     

    the burning that did leave emotional scars

     

    bars that at one time held me, 

     

    have to step over the initial conditioning,

     

    training that taught me I was worthless

     

    instead of making sorrow the focus

     

    commit to never staying broken

     

    such beautiful possibilities when the reality is of goodness

     

    free thinker but still at center is the heart,

     

    not wanting to deeply hurt another

     

    still human imperfect creation

     

    but the awakening is understanding

     

    one’s effect on another

     

    not meaning to shatter because I was told I didn’t matter

     

    the healing is reaching new levels of thinking

     

    the waves of serenity continue washing internally

     

    always dedicated to growing, self reflecting, constantly trying to comprehend

     

    all that needs to mend to keep believing in me

     

    with the motivation that all the broken pieces can stop bleeding

     

    wholeness is the reason behind choosing a better existence

     

    not thinking instantly but rather growing into what could be

     

    a vision of a dream that can be worked into reality

     

    Timothy Wayne Moore is pursuing a master’s of leadership from Rosemont College.

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