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Fitness | Mindset | Journey
There are nerves. Yet, you want to do your best. The road curves. This so happens to be your test. All of the practice,
By Michael Owczarekabout 8 hours ago in Poets
There is something hidden within those four walls. Forever you are ridden when you hear the calls. There are times of joy
By Michael Owczarek13 days ago in Poets
Snow slows the morning, yet I dream a frosted scene between each warm sip.
By Michael Owczarek27 days ago in Poets
Finally, we are all together. For this is not the first time. Chillier is the weather. Peaceful is the mind. We talk and reminisce -
By Michael Owczarek2 months ago in Poets
There are parts of the day where my branches will sway. Giving into all the wind around as it makes me play. I am happy standing firm,
I did not mean to yell. There was something on my mind. Couldn't you tell? I did NOT mean to yell. My love at times can be blind.
Finding time to unwind, and yet bring together all that is in your mind. There is a moment. There is a happening. Whether it is of
By Michael Owczarek3 months ago in Poets
The air captures it all. One breath in as you feel and catch all of your brain signals thinking this is something fresh.
Hi there, Again, you shine. Thank you again for taking the time. I have been going around and around in my head, and then just how
The coarse is ahead. The shoes are laced. One step leads to another. No memory is erased. There is quiet among the crowd,
Opened up because I had to go in, and yet, some sound did not let.
Walking through the city, streets that are new to me. I find myself overwhelmed with the next place to be. There shines a light
By Michael Owczarek4 months ago in Poets
