We talk about heroic as if we know its game.
Like, it's some list of victories.
With lines celebrating just the parts that display strength.
Not the cost of battles that existed before and come after.
Nor the moments where it has very quietly fit in.
We voice beauty as if we know what it names.
Like, there's some list that drops down to be read off of.
As a consensus about gardens always displaying full bloom.
Not the expense of that, felt deeply in the heart as well as the mind.
Nor the possibilities of experiencing it in custom ways.
We discuss colors as if we know their fame.
Like, it's some list to advise artists.
With precise mixing that must be met.
Not the consequence of expecting the same composition everywhere.
Nor the success that the sky has in never just being blue.
We address stories as if we know how they came.
Like, there's some list that reaches into every home.
As neatly categorized frames to be surrounded with.
Not the price of rejecting the full experience.
Nor the pieces that play briefly and whose receipts take time.
We talk about heroic as if we know its game.
Like, it's some list that eludes our pages.
With lines about how it dances on the journeys of others.
Not the cost of denying the manner in which it is planted for us.
Nor the moments where it didn't go while resonating with us that it did.
We voice beauty as if we know what it names.
Like, there's some list that even our mirrors are aware of.
As proof that other gardens are always together.
Not the expense of ignoring our evolving, individual portrayals.
Nor the possibilities of exuding it in other note worthy styles.
We discuss colors as if we know their fame.
Like, it's some list that came to be because some said so.
With precise mixing that's hard to understand.
Not the consequence of keeping love from stirring the pot for something other than red.
Nor the success overlooked when debris exchanges the lighting in happy places.
We address stories as if we know how they came.
Like, there's some list for sure.
As neatly categorized frames to be pointed at.
Not the price of only showing up for what's liked.
Nor the pieces paying out pain simply because there is some list for sure.
So, here we go, moving without maps and peering through to checklists.
Up close ones that are weak when anger, fear and hurt get personal.
Our signs and symptoms harvesting hope to put the branding down.
Because when left unattended, heroic doesn't need a list to be there.
Beauty doesn't need a list to flourish.
Colors don't need a list to elaborate.
And stories don't need a list to love.
But when left unattended, a list does a good job in making it seem as if there's no other way of being.
Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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