Do one’s assumptions that things will be hard
Throw up barriers or prison bars
Restrict them and others from their escape
From the negativity that overtakes
Their minds and hearts
Does it claim the personal landscape
Cluttering, marring relationships made
Confining one’s ways to those that won’t grow
Withhold from them the freedom to know
The joy of harmony
Does it shut them in their own private guard
Bent on reviewing only what’s hard
It’s time to turn over a new furrowed ground
Planting for positive thoughts to be found
Expect new hope growing
Whether in social or personal ways
The words that we speak to ourselves everyday
Color our landscape and tint each one’s view
May false assumptions not block what is true
Plant positive affirmations
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This was really well done! A nice poem with depth too! 👍
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Thank you, Rick. 💞😘
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My dear wordsmith friend,
The renewing of our mind is an ever, never ending task!
But you highlighted how worth it it is to be free from the prison of doom and painful gloom.
Keep the ink flowing!
Xoxo
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Thank you, Tammy. Praise God He never gives up on renewing us! 💞😘
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