Mia Satterthwaite


My Strength


It's finally happening
I'm finally noticing
It's there, peeking around
my strength

It's that inner spirit
That moment in time
that longing to know it
my strength

It was lost for so long
but I have found
That loud
but, quiet sound
my strenth

I'm finally practicing
I'm finally utilizing
I'm finally realizing
My strenth

Submitted: Sunday, August 17, 2008
Edited: Monday, August 18, 2008

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  • Ency Bearis (8/24/2008 12:20:00 AM)

    found the inner self..a nice creative thought...nicely expressed..

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  • Yuri Duraan (8/17/2008 2:44:00 AM)

    It seems that it rather found you, than you were looking for it, which is quite a heartening thought... it will come when we need it... interesting poem. (Report) Reply

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