Wednesday, 4 May 2016


This space of near death
We must live from
We must live from
Second by gasped second

We can only be great
If we are nearly dead

If we were more confidently alive
We would not have to fight as hard
These would be more energy, maybe,
To dominate, not flutter
To be present, unapologetic,
To not car about spaces of fitting, or looking
Or sitting
Energy to do more than survive
Energy to thrive

Could you imagine how colourful
How powerful
The world would be
If all my BeautifulBraves were
With me?

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