Altered Mind - Poem by Barbara Grant-Richardson
Standing at the turning point of
life. Silently absorbed in a world
misunderstood by many.
Where the human spirit and level of
admiration is steadily stripped of
Eternal tears shed from challenges
beyond ones reach. Isolated for success
but determined to go beyond the comfort
The probability of coming this far was
Your station in this journey has become
You are the pipeline of progress paving
the way for future warriors.
Even when you lose, you win the battle of
the white wars.
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