by Florence Ondré
When I'm down in the dumps
Thoughts jumbled in clumps
I am stopped in my tracks on the floor
When breaths come in gasps
While society rasps
Buy some fear and then purchase still more
These are times which confuse
And do rarely amuse
Still, there's something that's left to be learned
I do not have to lose
There are roads yet to choose
With good outcomes I've already earned
For my worth is within
As the world makes each spin
A given of good by design
Not some goal I achieve
Or a want or a need
It's just be-ing my spark of Divine.
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