By filling in the circle dark
The universe has voted on
This day in particular to
Empty the trash that stands perpendicular
And across your intention, purpose and splendor
The new moon cannot even show you its face
As the negative images, regret and sorrow
Try to stand in as what matters tomorrow
The nagging voice inside of your head
Reminding you twice what should've been done instead
No matter what you decided the odds are in favor
This voice disagrees and will tell you repeatedly
During the darkness and in between leisurely
So natural and confident this voice remains
Yet know this for sure
Nothing is contained in the image or concept
That you could do better
The voice that encourages
Feels like a soft sweater
Comforting you as you have deserved
The wisdom of ages is gentle, assured.
- Kelly Voelker
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