I rest in tolerant dignity
undiminished by criticism,
by people who seem to begrudge
my very existence, who try to
belittle me in order to feel
grander themselves.
I am reluctant to go amongst
them, choosing carefully with
whom I spend time. Yet, I also
refuse to be shut away, robbed
of even the smallest joy of life.
In every way I continue my life,
though all I do is a form of
waiting. It is only when I am
immersed in the Force that I am
complete; all else if foreplay;
all else is rehearsal for
the true being.
What showmanship. Appears like royal beauty.
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Pat, I can understand you completely because I’m in your position ๐
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hello, ms. Pat… your short poem says it real well. hope you are fine, warm regards… ๐ ~San
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