Michele Smith Poems

In the school of Life, you have to pick and pull the versions of you you can't afford to view. For every mountain there's a hand pulling you along to the beat of their own plan. The lurk in the quicksand wants nothing more than just to be able to stand.

Here, life comes for a cost. What will the cost mean to me? Only that I need your money, time, heart and energy. There's got to be beauty in the in-between? Because both sides are nothing but greed.
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