Category: Poetry
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A Haiku: Break free

To stay the victimSurrenders your power toThe one who hurt you -akw- ___©2020 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • TwitterPhoto by Snapwire from Pexels
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A Haiku: To Shine

We are meant to shineLighting the way of goodness,love, hope, faith and more -akw- ___©2020 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • TwitterPhoto by Daniel Reche from Pexels
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A Haiku: Rest

In the midst of painIn the midst of confusionI will rest in You -akw- ___©2020 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • TwitterPhoto by Eberhard Grossgasteiger from Pexels
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A Haiku: Peace

Peace comes from withinWhere you can control your thoughtsCalm the noise inside -akw- ___©2020 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • TwitterPhoto by Marius Venter from Pexels
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What if

To desire justice,to desire truth comes outseems a righteous ask. But in today’s climateof arguing and chaosI question if that’s the ultimate task. It seems more important to be rightthan for justice to truly prevail.Because we’re hunkering intowhat we want to believeinstead of lifting the veil. But what if we’ve been lied to?What if Trump…
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In the Storm

In the raging of stormsthough you may feel caughtthere is an escapewhen shelter is sought As darkness grows fierceand noise deafens earspeace can be foundwhen you release your fears Lean into the Onewho has ultimate controlHe will fight your battleand protect your soul Love overcomesin this rageful stormThere’s no need to believedarkness is the norm…
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That spark of light

When you’re living in the illusionthat all you’ve been taught is real The truth that comes with seekingis what seems to be surreal So push past all the discomfortif you want to truly be free For the darkness seeks to keep us enslavedby dominating over you and me The darkness seeks to hold on tightand…
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Sticks, stones & words

Sticks and stones may break my bonesAnd words can also hurt me Sticks and stones may cause my deathAnd words can also kill me Sticks and stones can be taken awayBut the tongue can constantly attack Sticks and stones have limited capacityBut words you can’t take back To fight with sticks and stones may break…
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Be free

behind the shouts and screams is a wounded soulcrying out the only way she knows how repeating patterns she was taughtfighting hate with hate as an emotional robot chanting the words she was told to sayhidden chains guiding her day-by-day to think for oneself is not her normshe closes her eyes to conform blindly walking…
