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In the End

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Life, as we know it, fades
away. Those we come to
know and love becomes
memories. I once heard:
“The only thing that is
constant is change.”
Each day is not the same.
In the end, death can
cash a check life can’t.
We can’t take back time,
but others can draw
a line from our birth to
our death when the sun
decides to set. In the end,
just pretend you watched
a really cool documentary
that was shot from your
eyes. As the credits roll,
smile, laugh, cry, shout
because, in the end,
that is what life’s about.

Read the Room

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You don’t have to be literate
to read the room. You don’t
have to know how to sweep
to use a broom. You don’t
need feet to own shoes.
Rooms are like books on
a shelf. People are like words
on a page. Sometimes, it takes
awhile for some to open up.
Each person has their own
definition of life. Views
and perspectives differ.
Beauty is in the eye of
the beholder. Lessons
are learned and days
grow shorter as we get
older. You don’t need
a folder to read the room.
Open your eyes and look
around. Take it all in
as you read the room.
From womb to the tomb,
leave no room for regret.
Read the room and learn
how fires burn. Read
each person’s face. Learn
just how the world turns.
Whatever you decide to do,
know that it is better to
read the room than to
leave the room. Look.
We can all be open books.

Same Difference

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You and I are not that different.
Our lives are just as valuable as
the next. The places we’ve been
help us understand the common
struggle in life: things we juggle.
Our experiences help us become
open-minded. They help us see
when others are stranded. We
have suffered all the same. We
understand that context matters
when we see mirrors shatter.
We feel similar pain and joy,
whether you’re a girl or boy:
a young woman or an old man.
Whether sitting or standing,
life is still a canvas that must
be painted to be viewed later.
As I say, life unfolds everyday
in miraculous ways. Together,
we can weather every storm
that comes. To be with you
and survive the storm helps
me find what I’m looking for.
Although, differences divide,
we must strive to look inside
and see what tries to hide.
We will live on all the same
unless we change the game.

Day Ones

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Shoutout to my day ones! They keep me grounded.
My day ones have been there; they have been
around. They were there to keep me safe – to help
me, even if it was late. My day ones showed me
a light that was kept from my sight. Day in,
day out, life became more important. Life
suddenly was a flame that could now be tamed.
In the midst of chaos, we would not focus on
the loss. We had fun with no attention paid
to the cost. My day ones are real ones. I know
I can count on them. They know I am there
for them, and I always have been. Day one:
our lives began. Then, we noticed the fast
hands of time. Now, we wish we can hit
rewind. Time’s flown, and my friends and I,
well, we are grown. Regardless, my day
ones may have aged, but our love for each-
other has come and has remained the same.

Amusement

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I am a muse: a cathartic character
in this game of life. A muse meant to be
amused – confused – used. Amusement
to be in this sea of foreign scenery.
I am a missionary and a visionary.
Rarely, do I barely feel too care-free.
I am a fuse: a non-fiction addition
to the attrition of living and giving.
I must be a muse with nothing to lose –
everything to gain. It’s all the same
when we live with the same pain
under the same rain. I am amuse-
ment to be; a soul dancing free
beneath a sky doubling in size.