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Particular
Penchants.
I often sit and wonder.
About the way I feel
Those particular penchants
I’ve learned to call them real
In and out of avenues
And thoughts lodged in my mind
Seeking the solution
I often feel I’m blind.
Blinded by the light
Passed down from my parents
Things they learned, too
Became my penchants.
Like the rhythm of an algorithm
I breathe the same mistakes
Being indoctrinated
That is all it takes.
Every time I cross the line.
I sample, taste and see
Ways to do things differently
Keys to set me free.
Live and learn and sometimes burn.
The fingers in the fire
Finding love through push and shove
And harnessing desire
Through thick and thin
To listen and to learn
To accept and love the skin I’m in
And not to crash and burn.
In the end, the time I spend
On Earth is determined by my intent
The care and kindness that finds and binds
My particular penchant.
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
