swans cropped

Every thought
Every deed
Every word
Every need
Is a constant dance
One that flows
Like a trance
A never ending quest
To find myself
And do what’s best
For my heart
For my soul
For my body
To make me whole
Always chasing the truth
Of who I am
And what I need
To help me grow
And not stand still
I follow the threads
Of my will
A constant vigil
Of my mind
Of the shoulds
And the urge
To stand tall
Or stay small
How is it I muse
That after so long
I still learn each day anew
How to be true
And kind
To myself,
Once more.

© Angela Dunning, 5 November 2015

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