Tag: perseverance
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Rise Up
as the path narrowsit leaves no roomfor division as the path widensdivided directionsleads to distractions rise up; seek onenessclarity sharpening, asall else fades away -akw- ___©2025 Angel K WillBlog Photo by Terra Stone from Pexels
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My Way
for he who has falleninto the depthsof his own hellish makinghe must learn he is the oneto overcome by undertaking that is why lessons repeatwe need the heatfor our refinement when the lies have burned away by truth’s blazing, day after dayhe will say it’s all okaythis was my wayto glory -akw- ___©2025 Angel K WillBlog…
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Face-to-Face
~ artwork ~ Face-to-Face is one of two mixed media poetic artworks entered into the Ottawa County Art Trust 2024 Exhibition; both were selected for inclusion. See the other artwork, Signal, by clicking its title. Face-to-Face Some call it liquid courage;I call it a facadefor nothing outside of yourselfwill ever give youwhat must come from…
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Fullness of Life, A Mantra
I Am… worthy,of all thingsexcellent and beautiful my core be-ing,the essence of Who I Am,is perfected fullness tho I err, I correct my waysthis is how I learn and grow eyes upward; I move onward life is a gift… awareness is in the receiving,deepening is in the opening,Heaven kisses earth when I play. this is…
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Seven Summits
Obstacles in life offer opportunities to grow. Tho we get marred, stained, and scarred,by persevering with eyes above we overcome. Obstacles aren’t to be resisted;obstacles aren’t to be feared.They are part of the path toward the goal. They show not who I am, but the terrain from where I’ve come. As the peak’s height calls out,I wipe off…
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Thoughts on Writing
…I went to write a poem but didn’t know what to say.So I started in the middleand re-arranged the orderwhere I discovered starting doesn’t have to be at the beginning;it can be in the middlelike this placementright here. Moving along to tell the storyfilling in all the gapsuntil you get to The Endwhere you go…
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Stuck.
Staring at the blank page,thoughts collide in my mind, creating fragments.These fragments jumble into a mess of letters,losing their coherency. The rigid constraint of these thoughts between my ears is like a prisonwith the gates of freedom being that first word. I tap my pen on my desk and stare.I stare for a long while.Then…
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