Therese Garcia Poems

This journey in this life, the way we all go,
There's a predestined pattern, a definite flow. The truth is within us, provides us the boat.
Variable individuals, determining our float. We sink or we swim, determined in our choices.
Choice is the keyword, not forgetting inner voices. We tread and we dread, our futures with short view,
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This flow I follow with my hand
At times I stop, to heed demands I fear this gift, I've since discovered
Will leave my hand, I lose recover But when I sit, and concentrate
The flow returns, this destined fate The time may come, I lose my sight
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