Young Philosophies Of A Changing Heart - Poem by Sarah Cotnam
learning to trust myself:
each breath I take is a reflex
but each word that was said before was an act
and I need to learn control.
I am thankful the heart is automatic:
manual would be unbearable, yet
delusions of freedom obscure
and I wonder if my mechanical system
requires a mechanic
I need to trust myself
and move less gracefully:
life is not a race to the finish line,
we're not boats in the water in currents or flows.
life is a physical and mental experience:
remembering and feeling and forgetting-
striving for that heavy 'something'
learning to trust one's self:
being is easy,
being who you want to be - is life.
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