Wednesday, December 25, 2013


An imprint in my palm
From clutching for the last two days
A chip
So small, so mighty.

Beauty and tension
(shaken, not stirred)
a reminder that I hold

the value- the beauty
of moments of focus.
decisions strung together-
one after another.
each made in honesty.

I receive peace.
Decisions, like wars I stand victorious over.
Through deep breaths -
a focus
 its own reward.

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