Shavon Harrington Poems

How can you face up
to reality? when your
recollection is lost?
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When the river runs deep,

don't take it personally just
because you're not qualified for my worth.
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No one wants
to ever agonize
that pain,
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Vitality

My vitality has been quite a voyage.
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It's not enough words to explain
Our thoughts, our hurts,
Our pains.
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I'm still advancing to the top; I rise,
waiting like an eagle in the sky.

To the top, I climb,
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When one speaks of love emanating directly from the essence, it is a consequence that instructs careful deliberation.

As the sanity surrenders itself to the depths of emotion, a sense of sorrow may envelop it, leading to a profound introspection.
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The eagle joyfully soars on the gentle breezes as it falls and gracefully slides carefully down the river until the river diverts its flow, while flapping its wings in the warm salty water, adopted by the blue sky. It struggles to fly. The majestic eagle, with its impressive wingspan and powerful physique, effortlessly navigates the vast expanse of the sky. It skillfully takes advantage of the gentle breezes, using them as a means to propel itself forward with unparalleled ease, force, and dignity. As it descends toward the river, the eagle's wings extend outward, and the majestic eagle effortlessly soars through the air, riding the gentle breeze with pure joy.
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As worry and stress consume the air, constantly pulling at me.

Nervous thoughts take over my mind, dancing with a frenetic beat.
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How do we face up to existence?
When remembrance is lost in quietude:

Rescinded by dignity, shattered in an empty shell, life unhurriedly obliterates itself.
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