Category: poetry

Having neither the courage nor the historical precedent,

I raged inside myself like a blinded bull in a metal stall.

– Maya Angelou

The thought

It’s so tempting

Too easy

Seeing as wishin

Doesn’t get missin

And I’m tired

I keep my armor

On and my boots

Laced to survive

Now I stomp

Yards and moves

Gettin out of the lies

Back into my life

I already danced

Careless away blind

Now my way

Aligns with the way

I won’t die

I won’t ride

I won’t be

Anything but God’s

Kelsey with some

Jo—heartlessly full

Of God’s love

And mercy it

Keeps my life

If you have the adventure

Of your life

Then everything that could

Possibly be granted to you

Will be granted to you

And then you might ask

Well,

How do you have the

Adventure of your life?

And the answer is

You tell the truth

You exercise your right

And responsibility to free speech

You

Tell

The

Truth

And then you might say

Well,

Why is that an adventure?

Well,

First I could say

TRY IT

But I could say

Let’s explain it

Why is it an adventure?

And also

Why is it your adventure?

Well,

If you’re lying

Whatever happens to you

That’s not your adventure

If you’re lying

And something happens to you

That’s the adventure

Of the spirit

Of the lie

The lie

That you think you told

But that actually possesses you

And the adventure

Of the spirit

Of the lie is hell

And so that’s not a very good

Idea

So, it’s not you

That has that adventure

Because if it was you

If it was you speaking

That would be

Your truth

That would be

The truth

That would be

Your adventure”

– Jordan Peterson

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