The Day on Fire
sweeping the streets I never owned
Friday, August 12, 2016
I give myself permission to be human.
I give myself permission to mutate.
I give myself permission to falter.
I give myself permission to win it.
I am charged with speaking my truth
and not overprotect the response.
I will remember to care but not try to own.
I will remember the more I let go, the more I embrace
Worry less and trust more -
says the dust speck,
happy for another chance to smile
Michael K. Gause
Everyone Needs a Little "Cake"
August 12, 2016 at 5:36 AM
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