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The Gift
Contributed by
cin
on
Monday, 20th February 2012 @ 02:41:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
InspirationalPoems
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That which we are Four walls to bind us Together only in our judgments of ourselves of each other not able to be imperfect the highest form of beauty judge not yourself against the value of your peers for only you own your worth your eyes stare reflected back at you and you claim "it wasn't me" if we cannot own our worth or our responsibility then what are we but shells filled with missed opportunity you would think with all of the ladders our feet climbing over the faces of those we strive to be better than that one day we might climb out of these boxes we hold ourselves captive in we spend our lives looking up the rungs too concerned with finding a way over these walls that we fail to see the door at the bottom humble, unobtrusive for the excellence that we strive to achieve is not over the judgments and vulnerability but through them
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