Harvest

Who really knows what today will bring

I can only hope for a slice of some kind of good

I can’t force what I want into being

I can only plant seeds and wait for a harvest

There will be threads of discord

Along with even ground for me to stand

I am offered a short stay of rest in between

But often guided to not give up

Not to lesson who and what I am capable of

For acceptance or to be noticed

Who really knows what today or tomorrow holds

I am not given proven insight nor

A valid hint on other people perceptions

I can keep being me

Maybe be more open

Less concerned of looming judgment

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