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Passion

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By Benjamin SmallPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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Contemplating roads to be taken, the mind races within;

The jot of a pen, stitching together alternate ends;

Law of attraction, imagine my conscience working as magnets;

Watching my creation orbit with a sorcorist spin;

Fortunate, I never forfieted even when torches were dimmed;

Pointed fingers turn to helping hands, even offering limbs;

Armed with arms not created for the slaughter of men;

Knowledge is power, breaking the chains of fraudulent trends;

Find myself lost in a thought that may be the source of a dream;

I reach deeper within, grasping forces unseen;

Rivaling torturous fiends, my demons morphed and obscene;

The divine in my heart, a spark to wear my soul on my sleeve;

Ironic how a gentle breeze can cause the tossing of seas;

The illogical witnessed impossible from the choice to believe,

Finally realizing the missing ingredient we're so desperate to seize;

Resides dormant in every one of us waiting to be given life, to breathe

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About the Creator

Benjamin Small

I fell in love with writing. At first, it all started with my love for music. It went from writing lyrics to so much more. As if I'm leaking my soul into every word, phrase and syllable. My goal is to share my passion with the world.

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