Pulling Power


For when there is no applause or appreciation

Or notice of the patchwork to my human quilt

I turn my back on the looking glass

Then view the world from my shaky

Imaginary stilts

For when there are no ticker tape parades

Or a steady income from artisan creation render

I smile though I break inside

The idealistic whimsical pretender

For when there is no point of return

Or redemption for lessons learned

Even in my darkest hour

I pull strength from high power

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