there’s an internal poem that speaks inside
when the world is shut out
when the blinds are drawn
and the elevator music
signals
a life on hold
it’s a trick and a try to figure it out
like a game of chess, you play with yourself
you can’t win, unless you allow it
to know you are out of place, while searching
so desperately to find where you fit
bad energy shocks you
your device fails, your batteries are down
but you plug in, a different way
with the solar sun
or a potato, you pulled from the earth
there are different ways, for different times
and you’ll find them
like a house that becomes a home
or a stranger who becomes a friend
because you must decide…
the internal poem that speaks to you
inside.
Just Poetry 
I like the notion of an internal poem that speaks to me inside.
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Yes, I’ve been looking back over my poetry and realizing that more recent stuff focuses on the internal. I need to bust out and do new things. I’m thinking about mixing it up a bit, hoping that it helps my creativity, we’ll see. Thanks for reading Liz!
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You’re welcome, Ian! I’d encourage you to do that busting out.
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Thanks for reminding me of the power of my intuition.
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Intuition is powerful and there are many practices to increase it. Thanks for reading usfman!
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