Thoughts rush up,
Ideas surge,
Memories slam,
Worries trudge.
Heavy is our head
Holding it all
Messing stuff up
True and tall.
To jump out of this
All to be done is,
Express enormous entities,
Raise your own fertilities
Whatever they say you are: jerk or freak,
Wake up your valiant, stand and speak...! ! !
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A sublime start with a nice poem, Karen. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.