Hello are you still there

January 3, 2018

Dear inner conscience,

I see you growing weary

I see you beginning to stop functioning

But what I don't see is you

actually fighting

trying

wanting to keep going.

What happened to the old you?

The strong you

The you we all knew

Did you think it was easy?

Did you think it would only be fun?

Life ain't no yellow brick OZ road that only

you can go and come back home.

This life you have to stay awake

at all times and look every way

so you don't end up with a nine in your

spine.

This world you have to keep your hands

up and keep saying " Don't shoot"

This world is only getting darker and

darker

This world is losing The Dream of MLK

The marches on Selma

The " Si Se Puede " in all of us.

So I do understand if you grow weary but

please stand with me again so we can

see the light

one

time.

And I promise you once you do

you will never lose the flame again.

It will only take one thing

For you to wake up

Get back up and say

" It could be worse if I let it."

Talk to you again ,

Your buddy

Heart

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