I Hate... I

Poem By Brooke Lynn Moore

It takes quick exits and planned escapes,
Away from mundane and redundant routines...
For one to remain devoted with focus to concentrate.
With a determination to stay fresh and innovative,
In expressive and yet unchartered and unpaved ways.

It takes a fearless disposition to put a blaze to limits.
Since there are no mysterious tricks,
When it comes to sacrificing one's time and mind...
Without coaches on the sidelines to boast one's morale.
And cheering as if pats felt on the back encourages this.

Doubts arrive unnanounced and unwelcomed to confine.
As some people can be unsympathetic,
In expressing their negative comments heard many times.
Especially when it has been revealed someone they know,
Has the audacity to do what they perceive is impossible.

It takes quick exits and planned escapes,
Away from mundane and redundant routines.
Doubts arrive unnanounced and unwelcomed to confine.
Especially when it has been revealed a crab in the barrel,
Has the audacity to do what they perceive is impossible.

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