‘Be Bold’
I used to be the sort of human being
Who would come across magic on the bottom,
As though The key to genuine joy
was something remaining lying all over.
I’d pull it outside of library guides
their internet pages ripped and worn,
And swore which i could see it
from the air before a storm.
If you’re wary to believing
I’m no stranger to distrust,
Back then all I located in library textbooks
was the scent of moths and dust.
And despite my just about kiss every guarantee
that each rainbow holds a little something gold.
That no one born in historical past
as at any time been peaceful bold.
Until finally I informed them through my smile
that believing is The real key.
You cannot alter how the earth seems to be
until kiss finally you modify how individuals see.
ANGELA
1967-