You feel a trembling to your core
Forcing you on to do your all
Suddenly feeling there must be more
That you must strive to be brand new
Somehow reveal what’s deep inside you
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First, you must travel deep inside
Find what there within resides
Put yourself through every test
Until great pieces shift and bust
The worst will fall, crumble to dust
But you will be left standing.
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The shaking steadily grows
As you delve deeper, ever knowing
There is pain in discovering the real you
It will be far less
Than never seeing yourself
To the top of your potential
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While those around
Run to ground, hiding in fear
You stay the course
You’ve decided
Nothing can stop your transformation
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The spires within explode
Setting fire to those exposed
When smoke and fear cloud up outside
Dig in deep, steady inside
You may feel you’ve lost your stride
All you need is purpose
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A new you, expanding on what’s always been
Remake the halls, excite the mind
Finally arrived, but cannot see
What the journey was all for
Though a change can be perceived
A light shining in pitch black
A new you!
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Never surrender, lacking hope
As the Earth rises, into it you fall
The ground barely felt
Yet there you lay without help
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It’s all a matter of perspective
Like running down a corridor
Does it really have a tiny door?
Free your mind from this place and time
You can only accomplish what you’ve tried
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Love impels you to keep on growing
To renew the life outwardly showing
As you try to match your inward thoughts
To the projection others flaunt
Maybe you really are new to you, too
K.B. Silver
I wrote this while listening to Pink Floyd's Hey You. I think you can hear the rhythm in the words. I am always listening to music, or occasionally, I have a comfort show I don't have to watch on in the background. What I'm writing isn't always influenced by the music. In this case, it was.
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K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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Argento’s ninth (eighteenth in earth years) Birthday came and went Thursday, the thirteenth, and he’d already received his father’s gift, if you could call it that. You had to commit a fairly serious infraction to be cut off; the Arch-Baron was keeping up appearances and maintaining his own reputation as much as any sense of love or attachment to Argento with his “gift.”
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The first stanza removed the curtain that was covering or hiding my vulnerability. What is that... am I now learning the way of strength and perseverance... A promise that I will be the one left standing. Boy do I know this feeling, from before. The pain of discovering the real me. Sometimes I do a bit of a peak, then I run away. 'You can only accomplish what you have tried' okay!!! I am going to shoot to the moon, everything will work out just fine. Especially after reading such a moving — selfless inspiring piece. Written for the reader, giving guidance. A well needed one if I might add. Oh no you don't. I won't allow this line to bring me tears. I can't do it, 'maybe you really are new to you, too' maybe I am or will be. I loved this, it's healing 🙏🏾🤗❤️
Insternl transformation can sometimes hurt and be difficult , but if the right choices are made it will be best for you