At times, it just feels like a battle. I fight and withstand what later appears to be nothing but the making of my own hands. There’s warfare in my mind, making my whole world go blind. I detest the words that serve no purpose, yet allow the reoccurrence to form again like a current. I don’t fear what’s out there, for I’m aware of what’s in here. I fret neither ridicule of others nor the rejection of peers. The only house I must feel safe in is that of my own. There is nothing more frightening than being lost in your own home.
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Infinite Seeking 
Great poem! Sometimes we get lost in our own minds, our own homes, our own selves. You have written often of ego, perhaps when we become lost we should just take a step back, look outside and then realize that we aren’t lost or imprisoned, there is an escape!
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This is a almost daily battle for me. I think it always had. I just learned to I guess put it in the background and wear the facade of strength when I needed some TLC. Thank you for sharing with us these thoughts on humanity. It is a wonderful thing that a young man of 2 something can be so insightful into my psyche if you will. You know the words to help me address these things. Nice ball skills too buddy!
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Beautiful words, thanks for sharing Eric.😙
On Fri, Aug 21, 2020 at 4:29 PM Infinite Seeking wrote:
> Eric Abrons posted: ” At times, it just feels like a battle. I fight and > withstand what later appears to be nothing but the making of my own hands. > There’s warfare in my mind, making my whole world go blind. I detest the > words that serve no purpose, yet allow the reoccur” >
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