Gut Check Time
1 of many
Times a year
Learning and sentiment
My self unclear
Fortitude on hold
Commanding strings dance
Personality bold, yet
No outlet, mere rants
Like a shrieking puppet
Tag I’m it
Tug at these strings
Still I won’t quite!
Gut Check Time
Inside-out turned mind
Hungry, empty
Searching to find
Consider your self
Thoughts, causes, hunches, health
Dear friends who’ve helped
That’s the real wealth
And in this recurring time
Someone is listening
Not just my mind
Overcome misery
To all who have stood by
You’ve pushed me through
Some really bad times
and
A gut check
or 2
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