When your name is mistreated
without reverence or respect
like sensitive flesh, raked across corals
and at best—ignored
relish, the silence
like an ocean without waves
where all sea creatures are thinking of you
their gossip, is like the ocean inside of a shell
they wrap you in seaweed
and unwrap you.
Heaven doesn’t exalt itself—
it just is
and earth doesn’t change
People come and go like the seasons, like their opinions
and you are always walking back to yourself—always finding someone new
and when they try to follow you, your footsteps vanish
and they are lost forever.
They may say, “You’re not a leader!”
but they chase after you
Their competitive words betray their shaky ground—all they know is to contend,
but you have mastered the art of non-contention
Your power, is in you—not in someone else.
You laugh when they try to take from you
You laugh when they try to give to you
You don’t exalt yourself—there is no need
Your mountain stands alone
beautiful
without asking
for applause.
Just Poetry 
“Your mountain stands alone” — yesssss!!!!
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I’m so glad you enjoyed it Dee Min! 🙂 I can feel your enthusiasm!
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Yeah it was good piece
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Beautifully written!! 👏🏽 ❤️
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Thanks Girl from Jupiter! You made my day!
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yesss. Yes.
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🙂 Thanks Charlie!
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This made me feel good. If that’s what you were aiming for. Mission accomplished.
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I’m so glad that I could Corrugated Misery! After writing it, I felt good. There must be something there… A little luck helps too! 🙂
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You’re being modest. Very skilled craftsmanship.
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Beautiful, uplifting poetry. ❤
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Thanks Carolyn! Your words mean a lot to me. 🙂
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You are welcome 🙂
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So you ever get the feeling someone is watching over you and what weight do you give that sense?
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To use a metaphor, sometimes I feel like I am being pruned. I grow the wrong way, and something outside of myself attends to that. It’s the way I feel, I get wiser. It’s painful, but then I get correction, and instruction, and I know which way to grow. Thanks for commenting Observation Blogger!
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I get ya. A lot depends on the age. If you are younger you feel pruned and older you feel lessoned. Life try’s hard to teach us. It’s impressionable how it works at least based on my experiences.
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When I get older, I’ll probably feel like you. At this point, no way to tell. I’ll know in a few more years…
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Don’t know too late.
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there is redemption, but difficult to find and sustain in this world. It is otherworldly–anyone can find it
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Please excuse my delayed response. I wrote a post about this in the middle of the night. I hope you don’t mind if I indulge you. When you find a minute to read IT, I’d love your thoughts. https://observationblogger.com/2020/08/07/the-last-words-every-passing-minute-is-another-chance-to-turn-it-all-around/
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Great Post Observation Blogger!!!
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Thanks for the Link Beach Walk Reflections!!!
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Beautiful.
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