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Being True to Myself
I've stood in the center of storms
standing rock solid and unmoving
during the whiplash
of tremendous thunderstorms
and a twister or two
I refused to flinch
somehow knowing there is a place for me
away from the fleshpots
I've stood beside a long, lonesome mountainous road
around me
my threadbare coat
unable to keep out the cold
I refuse to shudder from winter's onslaught
many uncomfortable places I've been
refusing to bend
refusing to allow me to be consumed
somewhere in the back of my mind
in those bad days
I knew not to show fear or the tiniest movement
it would give up my whole
©September 9, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton
standing rock solid and unmoving
during the whiplash
of tremendous thunderstorms
and a twister or two
I refused to flinch
somehow knowing there is a place for me
away from the fleshpots
I've stood beside a long, lonesome mountainous road
around me
my threadbare coat
unable to keep out the cold
I refuse to shudder from winter's onslaught
many uncomfortable places I've been
refusing to bend
refusing to allow me to be consumed
somewhere in the back of my mind
in those bad days
I knew not to show fear or the tiniest movement
it would give up my whole
©September 9, 2016 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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