Keyshanna Robertson
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As I enter a writers world, I begin to see Myself as the ink within My pen. Which brings Me comfort as It helps Me to change My perspective, which shows Me my path of consistency..
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The Reflection Of Truth...
My mind was cluttered with thoughts, so I decided to take a walk. At that moment I noticed a house that wasn't there before, wondering if I had overlooked it. As I stare at the house, an older woman comes out & ask me, "Did you find the answers that you was looking for"? Excuse Me, I inquired. You've been looking in all the wrong places, she replied. And I can help you find the answers to the questions that keeps you up all night. Please come in & I'll grab you some tea. Curious about her statement, I accepted her invitation then walked over the threshold of her home & notice that she had material things everywhere. In a daze admiring the grandfathers clock in the corner & the golf clubs made from stones that was propped on a glass stool. I exhaled the word, "Beautiful". Deviating towards the hallway, observing a door opening with enough light to creep through the wooded door. Curious about the room, I peek in & see nothing but a mirror sitting in the middle of the floor with a chair in front of it.
By Keyshanna Robertson5 years ago in Motivation
Inner Beauty Becomes A Special Mission...
Glancing ahead of the tribulations that holds the anxiety of my soul. Gives me the serenity of overcoming what lies ahead of the storm. Moving with caution while sending a signal of awareness to those that need a compass through the sands of time & holding still the thoughts of treachery from the stems of the ground. I tread towards the mountains which sees what lies ahead of the wind as the eagle soars against the ridges of the hills. Sustaining patients with deep exhales of confidence within the footprints that mold the mud. Not turning back allows time to tell the change of accomplishments as it clears the fog of disappointments. Achieving new land brings forth stability as the shelter provides refuge from the hail. Seeing hurdles as peddles being thrown in the lake is refreshing. Caring only about the sound of the leaves as they wave brisk fully back & forth while communicating with the sea indicates the hollow fields of imperfection causing the grass to bend in the direction of certainty. Furnishing ones own abilities with assurance folds doubt of the clouds standing still. Pushing towards goals of the unseen is fulfilling as it gives pleasure to the birds while they sing songs of praise, abounding in the pleasure of the substance in the breeze. Following the guidance of the sun provides the stars to shine brightly within the day of inevitability. Pausing for predictable results grants a gift holding sight of purity. Reflecting nobility & freedom as I mention the restraints of an unspeakable condition, then inner beauty becomes a special mission.
By Keyshanna Robertson5 years ago in Poets
