Our Truest Form by Devin Pavlischak/ December 15th, 2015 ©

Inside us, something stirs.

A living will to push on, another restless force.

We’re afraid of it, it can give us so much greatness, yet we run from it.

Instead, we wait, soaking in the quiet desperation.

All we ask, we deliver in sweet sorrow, restless, again and again.

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