Trees shaking their heads in consternation at the way people have treated and are treating me so badly.
Alone, I continue a journey through it all, head held high in spite of what others think of me.
Keeping my eyes on the future, I move forward, always.
Motivation comes easily through writing poetry that flows from some inner river of picturesque intellect.
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Poetry gives a release to many pent up feelings... Provides solace and comfort of a sort So that one doesn't feel that alone.... Well done