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Aging and Letting Go are Maybe the Same Thing My Birthday Poem to Myself, Happy 33rd Take no bag for your journey You must leave it all behind As muscle memory takes over You will surely lose your mind Take no bag for your journey No particular or sentimental thing You may not have all you want But you will gain all you need Take no bag for your journey No inward or outward disguise It'll take who you are right now Ignore your illusion's cries Take no bag for your journey Wayfarer foes and friends You'll arrive at your sanctuary With nothing in your hands Take no bag for your journey You are on your way home The saints are so excited To see how much you've grown There is no room for baggage And remember, you're not alone It's not hard to find your way Just follow the path unknown

Birthday Poem for My 32nd Year of Life (my general feelings surrounding the cultural and political climate of my 31st year) 2/23/20 “Fear not,” you say, all day and all day But I do “Fear not,” you say The cadence my heart beats to You callously die on your mountain Watching the slaughter below “Fear not,” they say All day and all day But you do “Fear not,” they say With nowhere else to turn to Clarity is overexposed at the top Truth is found near the bottom “Fear not,” you say All day and all day But they do “Fear not,” you say The tune your ideals dance to Blindly you sip on your circling rhetoric Thousands choke on your words “Fear not,” we say All day and all day But you do “Fear not,” we say We are God’s children, too Mercy not only belongs to you Let justice roll down from the peak "Fear not," we pray All day and all day But we all do.