Small Shifts

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A small shift in your weight

And a different direction you take~

 

A small shift in the looking glass,

And you see Jupiter instead of the moon.

 

A small shift in thinking

Changes hate to love and love to hate.

 

A small shift of your body,

And the bullet misses or hits its mark.

 

I am not a seer, no not I~

I have no visions or divinations

To give. Yet a know that a small shift

In a life, and a life you might give.

 

Fear keeps us from small shifts,

Yet the sand shifts beneath our feet.

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About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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