When your mind runs a race that’s simply with itself
Your dreams sit encaged within jars on the shelf
When your Hopes lay fractured in a pile at your feet
The day runs out of hours & you’re left feeling beat
Breathe a little harder
Breathe a little longer
These days my dear are sent to make you stronger
When you wake in the morning & look in the mirror
Think of all the magic you alone could deliver
For if you believe in yourself as greatly as I
How boldly & high you could truly fly
So take these words to add to your jar
For you my dear are destined to go far
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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If only we could see the magic in ourselves
as seen by the eyes of our loved ones…
Diana…