Ordinary Confidence
is not enough
and when I make things bigger
I can’t ride the wave
Everybody wants some
until the fall
So, we must believe
there is an angel inside
walking through fields
under the weary sun
until the devil comes out at night
blowing our seeds away
Maybe we planted them
like lost dandelions
that are appreciated for half-a-thought
Is it time that counts?
A rise and fall
Still ponds reflect those who look at them
and wild waves crush those with ordinary confidence
So, we hope for something extraordinary
out of the deep
an angel or devilinte
turning our ground to mud
so our seeds
can take hold.
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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