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Incremental actions
bring monumental
changes
With every fundamental step
your future rearranges
You may not know
what tiny task
could be quite instrumental
in moving your successes
to new and higher ranges
This is Prosperity Poem 36 at ProsperityPoems.com.  You can see it on a background at http://prosperitypoems.com/delivery36IncrementalActions.html
Eliseatlife May 2019
Time is ticking and passing by

but I, I'm standing still



Everything is going too fast around me

but I, I'm standing still



There are so many ways to move forward

but there is only one way to stand still



One step forward,

but what if this step is the wrong one?



One step back

I'm standing still again



Still as always

afraid to take the wrong step
This is the first one that I wrote.
Mark Wanless Apr 2019
slowly step across
the narrow path -
fear    crawl backwards
true
Ditte Jakobsen Feb 2019
I'm watching my every single step
I'm careful not to stumble and fall
One stone on the road
could lead to a landslide
And one broken bone
could ruin it all
I'm watching my every single move
I'm careful not to scare you away
The faintest blow
could lead to a hurricane
And one wrong word
could be the last thing I say.
Desire Feb 2019
With the end prize in mind, shift your eyes and
Focus on the now. Prepare for the next [step].
You dont need to have it all figured out.
You need only to be moving forward.
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21 Feb 19, 1119hrs
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@desire.is.dope
One Step at a Time
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21 Feb 19, 1119hrs
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@desire.is.dope
julianna Feb 2019
Step 1:
What is step one?
I don’t want to be abandoned
I don’t want to put in the effort just to fail
I want to impress
I want to improve,
But there’s no step one without you.
I have no self-motivation.
Yanamari Dec 2018
Steps echo in the distance,
Pitter, patter
As I turn my head forward, leaving
Accustomed to the silence in my wake,
Eyes closed to the path that lays ahead.

Gazing at the floor beneath,
Avoiding my surroundings;
Unnerved,
And yet these surroundings are pounding
At my front door.
I twist the locked **** carelessly
And consistently
Uncaring of my discomfort.
Tiring
Repetitive and yet
Refining.
Lock me out or I'll continue
To open these doors

Silence
At the front door
To which I open again,
Pitter patter
Spinning the threads of
Chaos again.
Ever written a poem and you're feeling it and then someone just cracks a crude noise and disturbs your flow? | The Step Series Revived: VII
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