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Every time I close my eyes,
I see the fire of my desire shrouded in blankets of doubt
taunting me,
that it will never happen to me,
not persons from my community,
born poor to die poor,
tilling soil
becoming humus.


when the energy
fails to flow,
blocked by thoughts that the rail against what I know
to be true,
the beliefs formented by my yesterdays
of pain and woe;
here now lives the new me, steeped in the knowledge
that things are working as they should.


Ilis Trudie Palmer


Ilis Trudie Palmer

Energy, Creativity, Spirituality, the Great E.S.C; One dose of upfulness in each story or poem or song lyric.