CrossRoads Nancy Phillips via Compfight


Where do we go?

When the work of our dreams

Work us to our bones.


Where do we go?

When our great love

Bleeds from our very brow like sweat.


Where do we go now?

As we rally against our inner critics

To fight fight fight.


Where do we go?

As sleep turns from a necessity

To a luxury.


Where do we go now?

We quiet our hearts

Find solace in our art

And be still.

Our answer will greet us

As we pay attention.


[Poem #228]

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