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On Veteran's day I felt the need to stop in a small boutique store. While there a man who works for Waste management entered. He had just emptying the dumpsters outside. I said unto him, "It is veteran's day let me buy you a coffee?" "I can not take it. He replied. "For I am not a veteran." "But you know a veteran ,or have family that are Veterans?" "Yes my brother is a veteran." he replied. " So accept it in your brothers name," And turn to pay for the man's coffee and the chocolate chip pumpkin bread. That evening the man from waste management was at his brothers house and told a story of the kind stranger. Listening was, Eve, his brother's youngest step daughter, A seed was being planted The following was the original ending. I wanted something softer, where the message was presented within the story more like a parable. "I give it to you in your brother's name. So you know of the joy of a ...
To accept my power I Stand in the bullseye of me as what I am That is where I aim. Sometimes, the emotions of my stories Pushes my arrow off. In the beautiful silence of windless days The bullseye is all know Because that is what l I am. empowerment It's a bumpy road With stubbed toes And bloody shins. Its saying good bye to what I know and thought I was To discover myself that was lost and forgotten decades ago.
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