So everything's connected at a singular source

It's what surviving trauma has taught me

I had absolutely nothing and was still able to survive

It was interesting to see an influencer make the same exact proclamation

That all we needed to survive was this connection to source

This woman was not religious either

The third was another, non religious man

I'm finding comfort in that knowledge now as I recover from a highly stressful time

I cannot let those against me make me crumble under stress and believe limitation

Abundance is a state of mind

Freedom follows

I wonder why life is hard

and I think and I think

It's Capricorn's condition to be logical

I don't find the answers that make it all click

And there's the energy draining element

EARTH is fed with reason

I wonder if it's me

If it's really only me

Who contemplates why humans may suffer so miserably

Why are we destined for darkness?

For heartbreak and mourning?

We should know how to cope in thee unpleasant morning

Who dictates these black holes and understands that we're swallowed?

What are they thinking?

I believe in higher powers, and in angels especially

Though I am not religious

Nobody likes to talk about them

Because they are Hell

But demons are affecting us, too

Nominated

Overweighted

Funny structure of life

A sparkly star was chosen

Yet lingering under strife

I don't know why I am here

I only soak in the theories

I have to search within books for messages I'm not hearing

A better tomorrow is always my wish

I surrendered to agree issues are solved like this

Just keep your eyes to the sky and have faith in the powers

Well, I am outside and the clouds look near showers

I am anxious

Not sorry although I do still believe

Must I sit in the storm?

Should I get up and leave?

The answer has to be in tomorrow if I don't have it today

Tomorrow has the answer

Any more skies of gray?

The world is knocking

And yes, my heart dares to beat

I hear it louder and louder

But don't give in to defeat

I was not put here to whimper

And let my story stop there

Century advantage

I've barely decades to wear

I'm young and I'm vibrant

Still young and I'm curious

I want the world in my palm

Not to be bitter and furious

So when that sound

Comes around

And I am not to be found

I'm not hiding

I meet it with glory

This will be a long road

I sell myself a story

Preciously untold

I adorn with patience

The elegance of a queen

And I peruse the road

With the eyes of a queen

Speaking futuristically

I cannot be barred

Because my heart is beating

And I am allowed

A Century

Only if

Chances are taken, and I may not take enough

The picture is perfectly showing life can be rough

I'm climbing in my mind,

There is nowhere but up

Can I ever succeed?

Do I envision too much?

I want a story with a seamless plot

Only if there were seamless nots

Roadblocks there and here

Wanting them to disappear

Failure makes the story what it is

The color of heartache is true shade indeed

The color of desire is my all time favorite hue

Though oh so tired of wanting

Only if I could see through

To that one time and place

That I do win my race

Standing in first place

I'm ever eager because

That is where I belong

I'm a song

Like a melody

With fire and wits in me

Only if I'm positioned

Do I knock em, rock em, sock em

I can see through

Yet another problem

I am running a race, but slowed to a walk

Only if I walk my talk

Does the good race conclude

Life will exude

You almost did it

Look at you? Look at me

Only if

If only

You had my

Given sunlight, They Multiply And Divide

this is utopia, flowers bloom and they cannot hide

a Silent, Fine wish to hold them like this

comes true and clear no wear and tear in utopia

the wind will Whisper and they all Reply,

"the Height of comfort has gone goodbye"

home sweet home is now a movement

but still a utopia

Safety wades between the Lines

the River calls, "aren't i what binds? i'll never leave you."

and it flows, and knows of every fine detail

Inch by inch, it grows Bigger in sequel

a Brick road can't halt it

Grade three exalted

because they can do no wrong

their Pilot propositions Write the rules of the trade

they collect and collect

with no rest and no weep

until they see the moon that puts the flowers to sleep

like a plan of Iron

a poem with a Rhyme

the kids gather to discuss

the big next time