Becoming Bold Poem by David Boyce

BECOMING BOLD

AS I RELAX
WITH MY GUIDES I SEE
THE PEOPLE PAST
THEY ARE SO CLEAR

I ASK FOR THEM
TO STAND BESIDE
I FEEL PROTECTED
THER WITH MY GUIDE

I FEEL A CHILL
ITS NOT THE COLD
LOVED ONES DRAW CLOSE
BECOMING BOLD

THEY GIVE ME CLUES
THROUGH WAYS OF THOUGHT
WITH MEMORIES
OF THINGS THEY BOUGHT

THEY TALK TO ME
LIKE A LIVING BEING
AND THEY STAND THERE
AS I AM SEEING

WRITTEN BY
DAVID BOYCE 02/08/04



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