How lucky am I to have a warm bed to rest in every night as the seasons change.

How lucky am I to have the holidays to clean and prepare for.

How lucky am I to feel the weather as it is changing.

How lucky am I to be swept up in a busy schedule.

How lucky am I to have so much to look forward to.

How lucky am I to have people to share these moments with.

How lucky am I to be nervous.

How lucky am I to be sad.

How lucky am I to find myself in new situations.

How lucky am I to have far places to go.

How lucky am I to face challenges I can grow from.

How lucky am I to have a body that supports me.

How lucky am I to live when it is easy and it is hard.

How lucky am I to exist.

There is an ocean deep inside of me                                                              
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and lately I've gone deep sea diving                                                           ­         
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I'm doing a little bit of self-reflection                                                  ­                      
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Making sure I'm headed in the right direction                                                    
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Trusting my intuition, no second guess                                                            ­  
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It's working pretty well, no problems yet                                                    
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Walking in the path that's right for me                                                            
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Standing tall in the face of adversity                                                        ­        
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Saying what I believe is the real truth                                                           
Even if it's not hitting your sweet  
tooth                                                    ­                
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Hold my head up & walk through the crowd                                                  
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This is me being me, me being proud

I owe almost everything to rap music (Flower Boy, Wolf, Yonkers.)
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t For Tyler and all the things he says I would've never wrote again.

Moonlight shone through the windows
and onto the floor in long,
bright
blue
rectangles.
The shadows from the leaves in the trees swayed back and forth like they were
dancing with the cold
November
night
wind.
The moon was their spotlight, my front yard was their stage
and they danced
with
no
music.
The trees savoured every moment with the wind, for they were each other’s lives,
and could not dance
without
the
other.
The trees cried when the wind was not there, and the wind came to wipe its tears,
and then
they
danced
again.

It's been a minute,
Time has been short,
And hard to come by.

But don't think I'm giving up,
On all the work you gave me,
And all the dreams we're making.

This will be,
My One Hundredth poem,
That I post on here.

I never thought,
That I'd have the confidence,
Or support, to get here.

It seems,
That the poem,
You want to be,
Popular isn't always going to,
Be and that's a shame but,
I'm just glad somebody will read my,
Poems now nobody used to read them thanks.