Invincible Youth

the broken promise of youth
is it's invincibility;
stolen from us
by the first adult
who teaches us the valuable lesson
about consequences
in an effort to save us future pain;
clipping the wings
of our fragile courage -

a voice haunts out thoughts
as we mull our futures,
our hopes and dreams;
failing to launch - 
we dare not 
out of fear -
in the direction
of who we might become -

there must come a day
when the call of our future 
will be too loud;
when we will have learned
to rise about the voices of doubt -
our collection of fears -
to fulfill the promise of our youth,
to become who we are called to be.
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is it art if it is not consumed by others;
if it is not seen by the public,
how can it breathe?

is it just a hobby;
another form of work;
is it play?

what if it soothes,
healing troubled minds?
what if it inspires,
sets fire to hair and moves us,
but remains unknown?

what if we didn't feel compelled -
this insufferable need -
to attach labels to all things?

what if everything just was
requiring no label
to give it life,
to define it,
to provide meaning -
how would we hate then?
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