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“Running Towards My Demons (Try Number 2)” by Trevor Witt

Running towards my demons,
Greeting them magnanimously,
With patience for my shortcomings,
With compassion for my fears,
And cheers for my joy,
High-fives for my successes,
And smiles for my love.

A different approach,
A new perspective,
For reflection and growth,
It’s not all terrible,
Though it’s not all great.
Sometimes, we laugh,
Sometimes, we cry.
Sometimes, at the same time.

Afraid to admit that I am trying,
Because trying sounds so trying,
Precarious, like tight-roping above the abyss,
It will be okay though –
The worst that can happen
Is I fall to a grizzly death,
While falling feels like an eternity,
And everyone sees me,
Telling me they told me so,
And I mourn for my shattered ego,
As I get back up,
Climbing towards the rope,
For Try Number 2.

“Starting to Heal” by Trevor Witt

Starting to heal,
Beginning to feel,
Something, something akin
To excitement, joy,
Enthusiasm, desire,
Beginning to
Believe
In possibilities
Could I be
Happy?

“Accountable” by Trevor Witt

Accountable,
At the end of the day,
Feeling guilty,
Feeling unaccomplished,
Staring at regret,
As my reflection glares
Back at me from
The past photons which fired
And bounced off the mirror,
Hitting the rods and cones in my eyes,
My eyes, the beholder of my life,
I must be accountable,
To me.