Fist in the Mist

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

To thrive one must learn how to drive so they can truly live and by drive I mean find the right balance that allows their mind to drive them through life.

Fist in the Mist
 
 
I put my fist into the mist-
and carved a curved sunset’s spine.
I aimed high, & bled it dry, across the sky;
like rain blows rainbows across oceans so divine.
It spiraled a crescent ring and pushed-
my soul behind my mind hoping to be whole.
 
I stepped into the mist to catch what I missed.
But I only watched my heart dart as it chased lonely
thoughts like rain drops falling on time's coats;
bouncing off worries' bejeweled pleats.
I scurried hurt's seams with my dreams -
but it seems what's meant to be must first be free!
 
Fist or foot, mist or missed are like the sun and sunset.
You can be light and travel the world- 
or light your path to create your own world.
Walk or punch your way, but remember 
to free yourself from what you miss or think you missed.
Don’t stay in the mist but don’t forget the sun sets.
 
 
 
 
 
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Submitted: May 19, 2021

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